Mirror, Mirror

I wrote this poem in 2023, during a time when anorexia was distorting everything I saw and believed about myself. The mirror became an enemy, and each day felt like a battle inside my own mind. These words came out of that struggle—capturing the fear, confusion, and also the hope that kept me fighting for freedom.

​Today, I read these words with a profound sense of gratitude. I thank God every day that I am no longer in the dark, painful place I was when I wrote them. It was He who ultimately stepped in and showed me the truth—the truth about myself, the truth about the illness, and the truth that was stronger than the dragon’s lies.

The light of God's grace shattered the distorted reflection.

​This poem is a testament to the battle, but my life today is a testament to the victory He gave me.

“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” —John 8:32

🪞 Mirror, Mirror

Mirror,Mirror, is it real—
the reflection that you show?
I’ve heard it said that you don’t lie,
but I don’t really know.

Chubby face and massive thighs,
my stomach sticking out—
fat arms and legs and a double chin—
but they keep telling me that I’m too thin.
I need to know if it’s true or if it’s all a lie.
If I keep believing you, they say that I will die.

In every mirror that I pass,
I always see the same—
a grotesque body, too much weight—
an image the dragon manipulates.
He twists my thoughts to get his way—
I’ve turned from a friend into his prey.

​Mirror,Mirror—does he control you too?
Does he tell you what to do?
Are you changing how I see myself—
are you conceding to his taunts?
I know the fear—I know the threats
if you don’t give him what he wants.

​Mirror,Mirror, please fight back—
please don’t let him win.
It’s my life that’s on the line—
please show me as I am.

​I want to stand in front of you
and see what others see—
Mirror, Mirror, please show what’s true
—I need to have some trust in you.

​Mirror, mirror—don’t be afraid—
you are stronger than you know.
If we fight together,
the dragon’s power can be overthrown.

We will have to stand up to him—
do the opposite of his commands.
There’s no other way to take him down—
his defeat is in our hands.

​I would like to someday make peace with you—
to stop hating what I see.
To accept myself—to be content.
To not have this thing controlling me.

​Mirror,Mirror, the choice is yours—
I hope that you choose right.
But no matter what you decide to do—
I’m going to win this fight!

t.m. 
©2023