I Saw My Eyes

Mirror mirror on the wall...
I saw my eyes for the first time in a long time.

They were...
... they were actually beautiful...

 I stood there for 20 minutes in front of you. Avoiding you, like I avoid most things in life, yet  I made a promise to myself to at least try to look at my face. When I finally did... I was surprised... I liked my eyes.
They were mostly green, a forest green, with speckled hues of gold.
Although they were sad from years of neglect, they were warm, not cold. I actually felt a little joy at the thought of me liking my eyes. It gave me hope that I might feel the same way about the rest of me one day.
When I first met my husband he said it was my eyes that he noticed first. He used to stare into my eyes with such intensity. I miss that. I miss him looking at me with love. I miss feeling loved.
He avoids eye contact with me now. What happened? Will he ever love me again mirror?

Will I? Will I ever love all of me?

Signed,

Ugly Polly but with Beautiful Eyes


Polly, Polly please stand tall...
You are beautiful after all...

We are rich only through how we respect and what we give to others,
and poor only through how we scorn and what we refuse.

You have refused yourself for a long time now. Respect yourself, and in time other's will respect you. Respect your husband, and in time your husband will love you and stare once more into those beautiful eyes. He's a good man and you are a good woman. But, you lost each other somewhere along the way. You both let each other go, and both of you are stuck, in what's called the 'crazy cycle'. It's time for one of you to get off the bike, and find your spouse again. Don't give up.

Love,

Your Mirror


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Works Cited:
- 'Love and Respect' by Dr. Emerson Eggerich - copyright 2004 - Thomas Nelson Publishing

Beautiful After All?

Mirror, mirror on the wall...
... I'm so not beautiful after all...

I hate looking at my reflection. I really don't like what I see. I was told to look in my mirror today, and tell the image I saw there, that she was beautiful.
"Just take 10 minutes each day and stare at yourself." My friend Liz said, then she sipped her cappuccino. She had been taking an on-line counselling class, and now she was the expert on 'fixing' me and my low self image. She must have seen me flinch in disgust.
"No, really Polly... You can do it," she reached out and held my arm, "Please, just try it?"

I couldn't do it. I tried. I couldn't look the reflected image in the eyes. I couldn't make eye contact with myself. How stupid is that!
Why?
Why can't I look at me? Why is it so uncomfortable?
My husband doesn't look at me any more either. I must be ugly. Reality is... I just don't matter.

I am so not beautiful.

So, I avoid you mirror. I hate you. Because you reveal an imperfect me.

Signed,
Ugly Polly



Polly, Polly please don't fall...
I know you are beautiful after all...

I see the truth, when you stand before me. You are looking through a foggy mindset Polly. 
A clear mind is what you must find. All you need to do is come out of hiding, take the mask off, open your heart, and heal. Please know that you have someone who loves you and thinks you're beautiful every day. You are not random. You were wonderfully made, for a great purpose. It's time for you to wake up and see that.

Love,
Your Mirror


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