Looking Back at Me

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I hate her, that girl looking back at me. She is broken and wounded. She so desperately wants to be loved. She is willing to play small, to sacrifice herself, sacrifice truth, sacrifice integrity. 

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I love her, that girl looking back at me. She is a super hero, bold and brave and beautiful. She wields her intellect like a light saber, slicing through the mundane, looking for meaning. 

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I feel so much compassion for that girl looking back at me. She tries so hard. In spite of every setback, every loss, every hurt, she shows up with an open heart, ready to forgive and love again. 

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I feel so much admiration for that girl looking back at me. Broken and beaten, she still commits to living fully, experiencing all the adventures, and having all the hard conversations.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I resent her, the girl looking back at her. She makes my life so much more difficult than it has to be. Constantly striving, wanting more, wanting to be better. Always asking me to step up and into my power. 

Sometimes I look into the mirror and I am grateful for that girl looking back at me. She fights hard, for the underdog, for the weak and the scared and the broken. But mostly, she fights for me, for truth and for love.