Poetry

*photo taken by my daughter

The mirror betrays

Look at that hair out of place

Those wrinkles on an aging face

That body, such a disgrace

The mirror lies

Look at those cellulite thighs

Those boring, common eyes

Put on blush and make those cheek bones high

The mirror is not a true reflection

The mirror is not a true introspection

The mirror is a misguided perception

Where wounds are exposed with no protection

The mirror does not teach

It only misleads

Down a path

Of a self deprecating speech

The mirror cannot see

The real me

Just a distorted

Version

Of imprinted

Realities

*photo taken of me by me

30 thoughts on “Poetry

  1. I love this. I love the honesty in this piece. You’ve come so far and I’m so proud of you. I’m honored we are friends and that I get to read your beautiful posts. They mean so much to me. I love you. I truly do. My love for you is beyond words. I could never say enough for you to know how much I love and deeply care for you. You’re awesome. Without your honesty and your voice and you speaking your truth I would have never been able to find my voice again after the abuse I suffered. Thank you for helping me to find my path to healing. I’m here because of you. Give yourself a pat on the back. You helped a young girl (Me) to speak about her abuse and her pain because she (me) is now helping the young ladies in her (my) life to do the same thing and to teach them so much more. I’m able to teach the young ladies in my life to stand up for themselves and to be okay with who they are. Thank you. Thank you for that. Thank you Bethany.

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  2. Mirrors, not my favorite thing. When you look at them you are trained to focus on those features we don’t like while ignoring the flattering ones. I hope when you look at a mirror you see what those who love you see and not what those who don’t know you see.

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  3. Wonderful, insightful poem! Lots of food for thought there– and we are our own worst critics and judges it is true. The mirror is deceitful. There is so much it misses. And we can be the same way with ourselves; we never see ourselves the way others do. I can’t begin to count the times when I was told something nice about me, and I was like “What??? Me??????”; but I think we are all like that– we focus so much on our faults, failures, bad habits, insecurities and character flaws that we so often overlook the good in ourselves. You are a courageous woman to bare your soul and share your inner thoughts to the world! Truly an inspiration! : )

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      • It is so liberating isn’t it– to throw off all of the junk the world puts on us? When we are told this is how we should look, act, or think, to say “Who Says? That is not right for ME!” It is like being set free from prison. : )

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      • I wrote this right after i cut my hair again really short. We went to dinner after and everyone had long hair and I felt just like you said, liberated, from stigma, from what others say or want or impose. I just get to be me.

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      • Good for you! It is really too bad we weren’t encouraged to be that way when we were young… I imagine we would have been through a lot less, as we would have had so much more self-confidence and esteem and probably not victimized as much. At least we can give our daughter that which we didn’t get.

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