Give up judging
your own reflection,
the flat version
of yourself,
the version that does
not celebrate your
robust and real beauty
Let go of the version
that sees the lines
of criticism carved within.
Your childhood
sun-worshipping self
now etched with lines
would rather look into the eyes
of unconditional affection
Steam the mirror,
shatter the glass,
create a fog if you must
Do your hair in the wind,
lift your face to the sun,
see your strength in
the trees, know that
you are a reflection of love.
© Tanya Southey
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