What I view in that mirror is not real,
layers thickening to conceal,
an ugliness rooted within that my eyes see,
the unattractiveness which stares back at me.
Only when I grasp and accept,
love goes beyond a superficial depth,
will I live into my beauty— and soar,
every drop of life, both drink and pour.
Our truest worth is felt (between)
not measured in a reflection,