Dear Mirrors

I get it, I'm ugly. It's genetics, I blame my parents, but still, must you be such a daily reminder of my curses and my shortcomings? You reveal my scars and my curves and my marks of imperfection, but you don't reflect any of the work that I put in. You show my stretch marks, but never do you bother to inform the world about my healthy eating.  You show my small arms with dainty muscles, but never do you yell out about the hours I spend in the gym. As Drake once rapped about mirrors, "They scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments." So I ask: why you gotta be like that, mirrors?

There are a lot of flaws in humanity. We fight wars with people who don't blindly agree with our stances, we are divided based on color and race and religion, many of us are puppets to large corporations, and the list goes on and on. So why, mirrors, must you add to the pains of the world? Why must you tell the beautiful souls that their worldly bodies are not up to proper standards? (I am not referring to myself as a beautiful soul, but rather I am talking to many of those out there whose souls radiate beauty despite the level of beauty that their skin may or may not display. Though my soul is beautiful... and actually I am referring to myself as a beautiful soul now.)

We have all scanned the magazines, read the novels, and seen the movies. There isn't a single mind out there that is unaware of the pressures of beauty. There isn't a single heart that doesn't crave to be desired. There isn't a single soul that was meant to be judged by the skin it was presented.

You see, skin and the shapes of our bodies are nothing more than temporary. They are irrelevant to anything and everything involved in judging a person. Inside that skin is a heart and a mind and a soul that dictates whether a person is beautiful or not. So why must you mirrors try to convince us that skin is the dictator of beauty, when it is merely an entrapment of it?

Demons are all around us. They hide in the stitches of our clothing, in the depths of advertisements, in the words of our peers. They whisper words of doubt and manipulate your thoughts until you hate who you are. Or until you hate what you think you are. What they told you you are.  

Mirrors, I am here to plea. I am here to strike a deal. I am here asking with every sincere bone in my body, please do not help the demons out. Don't allow them to penetrate your purpose on this earth. You are here to let us see things that maybe otherwise we couldn't; things like our beautiful eyes, our unique dimples, our radiant smiles. You are not here to show us our loose skin and societal shortcomings. 

You are here to remind us of the beauty within, not the uselessness of without. I see the beauty that is within you... don't be afraid to reveal it to the world.

Sincerely,
Another Soul