You asked what I see when I look in the mirror... A simple question more or less. I see me.
But obviously I'm not enough, let's look a little deeper.
I see judging eyes staring back at me, I see bumpy red skin and messy hair. I see chubby cheeks and asymmetrical flaws. I see layers upon layers of pale powder, making a mask. I see thick black liner and mascara, with unkempt brows. I see a large nose and thin lips, I see a large jaw and a long thin neck. I see broad shoulders leading to a lumpy, chubby body. Those judging eyes, pulled out every flaw I had on my body. They showed the flaws to my brain, burning the hate into it, making it a routine.
But those eyes, those bright green eyes saw more than just flaws. I see the sharp tongue, able to slice it's way through any conversation. I see bright green eyes as radiant as emeralds, shining in day and night. I see how the thickness of my thighs give my body definition, thick thighs and pretty eyes, a fitting quote.
Last but not least, I saw my face. Naked for the first time in years. The lake powder washed away, the red cheeks and flawed skin shown brightly in the pale ceiling light. "This is me." I would whisper.
And I realized, I am enough.