I gaze at myself as I finish brushing my hair and I feel the piercing of my own eyes staring coldly into my soul.
Why am I so angry? why do I hate this reflection in the mirror? What has happened to cause so much pain inside my body.
As I reach to touch my reflection, I grab my own wrist and pull myself into myself. From there I can see all around me. Every negative and positive circumstance in my life thus far.
For so many others have hurt me, whether it by hands, body, words, I realized at that moment that it crushed me. I strained to try to release myself, to not see these images before me. Shuttering so fast in front of me I couldn't excape my past.
Finally the flickering images stopped, I was released back to stare at my reflection. That is when I realized that I survived it all. I deserved to be proud of who I am and where I have come from rather than be angry about it. I than became grateful for my past. For the hurt and the abuse. for if it wasn't for those bruises and self destructive behaviors, I wouldn't be here today.
Next time you see yourself in the mirror. Ask yourself one question.
