We used to spend quality time together, like friends and I idolized your appearances. I trusted you when you talked beauty, as if you knew my inner lusts and desires to be another fairest of them all.
I kept you close, even carrying you around in my purse, as if you were a cell phone for emergency calls. I was obsessed with you, Mirror…and in that blindness, I was never at rest. You kept me chasing for more, meaningless lies of image.
Was it jealousy, Mirror? When my eyes began to open and I saw True Beauty did not come from you? Your grip began to fade but I did not abandon you altogether. Remember that night I came to you, fearful and sick…I should have turned away and ran to the One who sees me Beautiful, but I gave in and listened to you. The chemo pills had just started turning my smooth face to a zit-rash and I looked to you for confidence, for comfort. But you offered none. I heard, “You’re ugly.” And yet I still considered you a friend.
It has been a few years since that night, Mirror. Like friends moving on after college, keeping in touch, I feel we endured the same. But I have changed again, Mirror. And when I met you for the first time in months the other evening, I hardly recognized you. You looked so tired and I took pity. I have stopped running and chasing those meaningless things, friend…because I cannot focus on myself, I am a blur. And I see True Beauty and He calls me Beautiful.