Each look in the mirror is a new experience, each day I’m a different person. Recognizable at present but a stranger to yesterday’s appearance. I am forever evolving into the woman I wish to be and that becomes apparent with each glance. Gracious, beautiful and wise.. They know me but never truly do, they know my name but not what conceals my mind, the depths of my soul, the entity of my being or the desires of my heart and somehow that satisfies me; keeps me mysterious yet there are times where I yearn to be understood. The feeling of someone truly wanting and taking the time to understand me embodies my mind but I’m left to wonder and yet to experience.

However, outwardly the mirror reflects to me only what others see, their view leaves me open to judgement from their perspective but what you see is not who I am. What I am is deeper than what you see and your perspectives do not define me, mold me or control me and I’d wish you’d understand that about yourselves too.. We spend so much time attached to what is reflected back to us that we identify with this image we have created in our minds, and the minute it’s challenged we build up walls with our egos coming in play. We feel we have so much to prove but to who? To what end? We let the opinions of others dictate our actions as if we’re being led astray by strangers because one shouldn’t dare to be different, oh no.. that only separates us from society and we’re left feeling like outcasts but who said that was a bad thing? Once we disconnect from our “identities” and understand that what we see is not who we are, only then came we come to acknowledge the true nature of our being.