Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I’ll always get up after I fall.
Life has a funny way of knocking us down when we least expect it. Sometimes the fall is small — a bad day, a mistake, a moment of doubt. Other times the fall feels so big it shakes your entire world.
But the truth about strength isn’t that we never fall.
Strength is knowing that no matter how hard we hit the ground… we will rise again.
Whether I run, walk, or have to crawl,
I’ll set my goals and achieve them all.
Some days progress looks like running toward your dreams with confidence and excitement.
Other days it looks like walking slowly, step by step, figuring things out as you go.
And sometimes… progress looks like crawling.
Crawling through pain.
Crawling through fear.
Crawling through the moments where giving up feels easier than moving forward.
But movement is movement.
And every inch forward still counts.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
It doesn’t matter if I’m short or tall.
The world often tries to measure beauty in inches, pounds, and impossible standards. It tells us who we should be and what we should look like.
But those measurements don’t define our worth.
If I have skinny legs or my hips are wide,
With scars to hide…
Those scars — the visible ones and the invisible ones — tell a story.
They are proof that we lived.
Proof that we fought.
Proof that we survived moments that tried to break us.
Scars are not flaws.
They are reminders of strength.
Because it only matters who I am inside.
Blue eyes, brown eyes, black or green,
What makes me beautiful can’t be seen.
True beauty has never been about what the mirror reflects.
It’s about kindness.
It’s about courage.
It’s about compassion, resilience, and the way we show up for others when they need it most.
It’s about the quiet strength inside us that refuses to give up — even when life gets hard.
When you look at me, don’t judge me by my parts.
The world will always try to label people. To divide them into categories based on appearance, background, or differences.
But people are more than pieces.
We are stories.
We are experiences.
We are hearts that have loved, lost, learned, and grown.
And the most beautiful thing about me…
Is my heart.
Because beauty that comes from the heart never fades.
It never wrinkles, never weakens, and never goes out of style.
Mirror, mirror on the wall —
The most beautiful thing of all
Is the strength within us to rise every time we fall.












