We were taught to shy away mirrors
Mirrors and puddles and store windows
Mirrors and our own front facing cameras on our phones and the windshields of parked cars lining the streets
We’re reminded of that Greek myth,
the one of Narcissus’s slow death,
His body aching from thirst and starvation,
As dried up tears etched ghost like trails on his sunken cheekbones,
incurably mesmerized by his own reflection
We were told to stop staring at ourselves
We say this is a lesson on “why are you so full of yourself” or “don’t be so self-centered”
But, tell me, what is so sinful about being full on the days we feel so empty?
Is there really any harm in being centered when our balance is so off?
I started hating my own body when I was 10 years old,
Staring at the skinny girls in my ballet classes,
seeing barbie dolls and Disney princesses and the gorgeous models plastered on billboards.
I was no longer able to look in a mirror without staring at my flaws,
My 5 foot tall 90 pound frame not yet fully developed, my flat stomach,
But I still wasn’t skinny enough.
the daily reinforcement from my parents of the idea that I was beautiful,
Yet I still didn’t believe them because
every mirror that I looked into was a constant reminder of all of me that wasn’t good enough.
I learned how to put on mascara at the age of 11 to make my eyes look bigger
From that day forward I never left the house without makeup,
Denied myself every opportunity to look in a mirror when I wasn’t dolled up and looking my best.
At 13 I would paint my nails every week
and at 14 I barely ate
so I would look skinny in my Homecoming dress
Our society has left us corrupted by cosmetic ads,
Plastic surgery, airbrushing, and Photoshop.
We have let superficial ideals get in the way of what’s truly important.
We have been told what we should do,
What we should say,
Since day one.
We hear the story of Cinderella,
How she found her Prince Charming because she was beautiful,
Blonde hair and blue eyes,
Tiny waistline, delicate features.
That is what captivated her Prince.
Not her wit, her warmth or her kindness.
A single glance of her external beauty that tore her away from her own identity and individuality
As he made her into something that was no more than
A shell of all that she was and all that she had the potential to be.
We read these stories to the children of our society as we teach them what is
Truly important.
We mask our insecurities, caused by these unfair depictions of beauty, with modesty,
Because we cower and wince when we hear the words “I absolutely love the way my body looks today”
But we also hide from the words “I fucking hate myself, I wish I was someone else”.
We have lost ourselves in a world revolving around insignificant matters with our superficial cravings and ideas causing us to lose sight of what should be the most important.
So, to the people who say that the girl who’s sexy and knows it is egotistical, but the one that doesn’t realize it is beautiful
To these people I say bullshit
Having a cheap opinion of yourself is not modesty
Having a cheap opinion of yourself is not beautiful
Having a cheap opinion of yourself is self-destruction
So the next time you find yourself faced by your own reflection be it in a mirror, puddle, or store window
Stop and stare a little longer
