Staring into my soul a looming image of who I am. 
Big nose, wide eyes, crooked smile is that all I'll be remembered for? 
or is there something else I'm missing?
Explain to me mirror what beauty really is. 
All my flaws unhidden, out in the clear cut clarity that shows itself to me. 
Good morning black girl, skinny girl, 'regular girl' 
all the things that it whispers to me, 
all the doubts and unspoken judgment echoing in those few seconds of self-depreciation. 
Trying to be perfect is loathsome indeed but at least my mirror is honest with me.