She looks in the mirror, wondering who the girl is she sees.
She examines all aspects of her imperfections and acknowledges none of her beauty.
She criticizes her life as she is deep in thought.
Thoughts about her physique have now evolved into thoughts about her soul, her mind.
She acknowledges her intelligence, she praises her accomplishments.
She gazes more intently at her reflection and begins to wonder.
What is she doing?
Where is she going?
Who is she?
She thinks back to her past, her childhood
A single tear as she begins to relive her memories.
Soon she cannot hold back any longer and she is crying.
She cries until she can no longer,
Carrying the weight of all the pain she’s had to bear
Wondering to herself, “why me?”
She takes a deep breath
She curses herself for being so emotional
For being unhappy with the person she is
For having come so far, to still have miles to go
For allowing herself to feel weak although deep down she knows she is strong
She digs deep inside herself and shuts her eyes.
She is strong.
She has overcome trials and tribulations and made it through situations she never thought she could
She has grown from a girl to a woman
She has become in an intellectual who strives to be an elitist
She has become someone she never thought she would and never thought she could
She opens her eyes staring once again at her reflection
Wishing she knew what to do
Who she was
How to be happy.
She stares at her reflection,
Wondering,
Who am I
Who is she
She is me.

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Copyright 2014 Christiana Parisien