3A Million Dresses, Mirrors, and the One Beautiful Truth...
Dress one...
Elegant, seeming extravagant and luxurious to all eyes...
I try it on and come forth with the honest mirror...
Dress one screams 'filth and horror'
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Dress two...
Sophisticated, wanted by all wondrous eyes...
I try it on and confront the honest mirror yet again...
Ashamed to even make a statement...Dress two walks away...
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Dress three...
Well-prepared, honest...seemingly the perfect wear...
I try it on and once again...face the honest mirror...
I'm not good enough for this dress...not good enough it tells me...
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Then comes Dress four...then five...six...ten...a million...
The never-ending...the honest mirror...the ugly truth...
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I suddenly come upon a rather distinct dress...
neither elegant...extravagant or luxurious to the eyes of all...
nor sophisticated and wanted by all wondrous eyes...
or well-prepared, honest and seemingly perfect...
but lovely in MY eyes...
I try it on...again faced with the honest mirror...
This Dress beams and tells me:
"You're Beautiful"
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The honest mirror...seemingly coming from THIS Dress...
With this Dress...I feel beautiful...
THIS...me...insignificant...lacking the qualities to match the millions of Dress...
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No matter what happens...I will wear these words...
"You're Beautiful"
the words of THIS Dress...
YOUR words...
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the One Beautiful Truth...
Sunday, September 19, 2010 at 8:52pm