I look in the broken mirror and see a lot of different faces. It’s me, but I’m not. They are all my parts, all my faces. The faces I show the world, the faces I hide from the world, the faces I don’t even know I have.
Happy girl. Sad girl. The angry girl. The scared girl. Loving girl. Ugly girl. Beautiful girl.
It’s all me.
All are true.
And they are all beautiful.
I smile at the faces in the broken mirror. I accept them all. I love them all. I know I’m beautiful, even if it doesn’t always look like it.
I am beautiful inside.
And that’s all that matters.