Me

When you look at me what do you see?

A girl with dark brown hair and eyes,

Short and curvy reaching for the skies.

Do you see a friend,

Family member,

Someone you admire,

Or someone who is simply there?

For the longest time I only saw myself as this speck in the universe,

Just existing among the rest of you.

It made me question why people would see me as anything more.

Why people would say I was so smart,

Envy me for being "thin",

Claim that I always had my stuff together,

Or because they thought I looked prettier.

I would look in the mirror and wonder where they saw those things.

All I saw were my scars,

My pain,

My defeat.

But now I see a different person in the mirror.

I see someone who now sees the stars,

All that I can gain,

And all the things I will not repeat.

I'm beginning to see the girl everyone else saw,

The one with the beautiful smile,

And the humble way of being,

Because I now felt on the inside what everyone saw on the outside.

So what do you see when you look at me?

Do you see what I now see?