Walking through a hall lined with mirrors your reflection stares back at you. It is your face you see, it isn't as you would like it to appear to your dismay. You look in one mirror and see someone who needs to shed a few pounds. The next mirror tells you that your face isn't anything more than ordinary. The next reflection you see points out to you the flaws in your skin. A floor to ceiling mirror tells the tale of a person who wishes to be a few inches taller. You moved down the hall looking in every mirror hoping for the one mirror that would give you reason to hold your head high. With each glance your self confidence takes another blow. Little by little you are reminded of what needs to be fixed or what could be improved. You wish you could stop looking. You want to run but something pulls you back to these mirrors that take note of you.
You stop when you see a reflection that shines. A person of indescribable beauty smiles back at you. You reach out to the image noting the happy glow. You recognize the dancing eyes as your own. Your hand runs down the length of the mirror noting the ideal height and weight. You take note of the smile that sparkles. The hair that bounces with each move frames a face that is inviting and loving and fulfilling.
You reach out to touch the image only to have it be replaced with the image on the one who sees you that way everyday. While you see the imperfections he is seeing the stunning beauty that he is so glad to call his own.
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