When I was in high school, I wrote this really deep poem about mirrors. I wish I could find it…I think somewhere it’s on a floppy disc (yes, I am that old) Basically, I always felt like my reflection didn’t represent the person I felt like I was inside. I felt like I was a prisoner to the mirror and the mirror didn’t show the real me. (deep thoughts for a 17 year old)
I still have mirror drama in my life. It’s not as bad as when I was 17. (thank goodness I have grown up) What is it about us, that we can’t always accept who we are? Fortunately, with age we start to love ourselves more. We realize that we don’t have to be defined by society, by culture – but that being ourselves is ok. That our creator designed us to be exactly as we are. In his image, a reflection of his beauty. That helps me hold my head higher and be who I am. That brings me so much freedom at the start of each day. (which involves me looking in the mirror!)
I am working on my new book outline today. It’s about imaginary world that I lived in when I was a child because I couldn’t accept who I was. It’s geared to tweens and the message is about being who you are -because who you are is something to be celebrated. You don’t need to change or wish yourself away. But stand tall and hold your head high. I’m excited about telling this story! It involves a magical tunnel, a presto-chango machine and lots of adventures. I have my own tween girl and I want her to be inspired to live a life of believing in herself and loving who she is! I think we all need this.
Breaking down perceptions and lies we tell ourselves.
Trapped by the mirror no more.
We can all be the fairest of all.