When I look in the mirror I don’t like what I see. The affirmation filled sticky notes littered around the frame do nothing to quiet the noise. I look in the mirror and I see a woman trying to overcome the dread she feels when thinking about what comes next. She’s struggling to get through the weeks and each day of mindless repition drags her closer to the deep end. I look in the mirror and I see all her imperfections; blemishes, scars, flab. Why can’t I look away? I am her and she is me. Her love is my love. My hate is her hate. Why would she say all these nasty things about herself? She’s so beautiful and I wish she could see herself through my eyes.

You’re beautiful, despite what we may think.

You’re kind, people envy your power to stay kind in such a world so full of hate.

You’re gentle, nature caresses your footsteps, always guiding you on the right path.

You’re human.

You’re human and it’s okay.

I love you, you beautiful human being.