| In the
mirror I see the appearance I chose to share with this
physical world. There are so many things that are great about me, yet I wonder if it is seen? What do others see; is it my beautiful gray eyes or my big ears? Do they like my hands, as I do; or do they focus on my long nose? I hang a shirt on my shoulders; drape my trousers around my waist. I frame my neck with a favorite tie then, finish it off with good shoes. This is the man I know; slender, tall, and full of life with a sparkle in the eye. What do others see; what do they gossip about when I am not around? The morning ritual continues; from doing my hair to brushing my teeth. What will I be remembered for today? I carry the burden to care for; and maintain, this body it wears. I can live with my mirror image; the reflection in your eyes is what haunts me. Am I disillusioned; am I really liked or is their chuckles when I am gone? I will never know unless a loyal friend tells me. I would rather know the stark cold truth, than to feel this doubt I have. No hope; for it is easier to speak behind another’s back than to confront them. Maybe I can find an answer in the way I see others and the friend I am to them. Do I practice the things I despise; do the things that would hurt me? Does the unsightly girl get the same treatment as that beautiful brunette? How ashamed I stand now… I am the very person I despise as a friend. Yet, honestly; I prefer to be in the company of beauty and a well groomed being. I am so weak at times; really, this superficiality is degrading who I am. But, still I find myself preferring perfection, unflawed beauty. What is this thing I have stumbled upon; this ugly thing I uncovered? Is this how others see me? Maybe my shirt is not good enough and I should push some weights around. I’ll buy new trousers and have a decent haircut; just to impress those like me. I will behave myself and remember etiquette; maybe swear a little less. I pity those who gain or lose weight, just to fit in with those that don’t. Weight products are sold by near-perfect beings; does it pleasure them? They help those they view as imperfect; just to rid their eyes of an unpleasant scene. Maintain and care for your complete being, but don’t starve a slender frame. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |