Mirror

I hate the way I look

I stare at the mirror and all I see are faults

I looked and from head to toe I shook

I sometimes think I'm ok then I look up and all of my previous feelings halt

I am no beauty, everyone agrees

All the others make fun of me

They make fun of my my hair, the way i sneeze

My clothes, my braces, my glasses, every part of my body

Even the mirror tells me so

I look and see nothing but the bad side

My ugliness is just a common thing to know

The way people talk about me just makes want to go and hide

Then some one came up next to me

"Why do you not like the way you look?"

I looked at Him and said, "I'm just not pretty?"

He stood next to me and took

Hold ofmy hand and said, "Who told you that you weren't pretty?"

"Just look at me, everyone says so."

"Are you stubborn, proud, mean or witty?"

I looked down and simply said, "no."

"Then my dear," He lifted my face

"You aren't ugly. You're gentle and kind,

You care for others, you're full of grace,

These things make you pretty on the inside,

And that is more important than any outside appearance."

I looked Him in the eye and knew that He spoke the truth

I turned and gave the mirror a glance

I saw shocked to see hair silky smooth

no braces, no glasses, no zits

I was pretty, I couldn't beieve it

"This is what I see when I look at you"

I was so shocked I had to sit

He was right, my personality make who I am

Not how I look on the outside

The mirror can lie to us

Get "we must be pretty" in our minds

I am here to say

It doesn't have to be that way

Live for God and you will be pretty in His eyes

And that is what really counts