Sometimes I love my reflection, other times I hate it.
Sometimes I wished that I loved it more, other times I wished I hate it more.
Most times I don’t even recognize my reflection.
Parts of my life require me to look a certain way, it’s drab and it’s beige.
The world expects to look a certain way, it’s primped and it’s polished.
But somewhere between the world and life’s requirements is what I actually look like. My actual reflection.
It has no rules, no requirements.
It’s not primped and doesn’t have to be polished
It changes with my whims and obsessions.
It has no dress code.
Love, Liberty, & Little Tragedies 
Honest. I liked it.
Do check out mine: https://27writers.wordpress.com/2015/12/08/reflections/
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The freedom that most women long for; to just be! Lovely poem!
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Thank you so much!
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so much truth is packed in these lines! 🙂
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Thank you and thank you for reading.
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You’re welcome 🙂 It was a pleasure.
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Awesome! This is how we should all see ourselves 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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you are welcome 🙂
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