Girl in the mirror

I look at the girl who watches me in the mirror each morning.

I want to love her.
I want to accept all of her imperfections.
I want to see what other people see.

Instead...

I scrutinize her.
I pick her apart.
I tear her down.

It's a battle as old as time.
Where there are no winners.
Only losers.

Maybe one day the girl in the mirror will be good enough.

(Don't worry, just musing...)