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In the Mirror

Several months ago, my sisters introduced me to an app called Timehop. Each day, Timehop shows you everything you have ever posted on that date on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. Amy, Matthew, Jenn, Abby, and I have a group message where we often share hilarious tidbits from our daily Timehop and mock our past selves. These were some gems from my Timehop posted on Twitter three years ago today:



I know I know, who let me on Twitter right? I wish I had a good answer. Anyhow, some of you may know that I love to write. I am a pretty consistent journal writer, and sometimes when I write in my journal I write poems. I very rarely if ever share them, but these tweets, though ridiculous 3 years later, were posted at a time in my life when I was making crucial changes in my lifestyle. They caused me to reflect on the past and how it has affected my present which inspired this poem.

 In the Mirror
I slip on my jeans
Pull a shirt over my head
Look in the mirror
And grimace as I see what stares back

I repeat the process again
New shirt, turn around, look in the mirror, grimace
Eventually I stick with a t-shirt
Hoping it will hide my flaws

I walk through campus
Surrounded on every side by beautiful girls
I wonder to myself
Why can't I look like them? 

For weeks and months it goes on
My self-esteem sinks lower and lower
Until I decide, Enough is Enough
It's time to make a change

My confidence doesn't develop overnight
The changes I make are hard
But then, I start to see who I always was
And I find the strength to see it through

Three years later, I prepare to start my career
I may not have met my sixth graders yet
But I think about them every day
And love them more than I thought possible 

When they each look in the mirror
I want them to see a unique and special person
Who's teacher believes they can do anything
And I mean ANYTHING they set their mind to!


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