That Girl in the Mirror

I often feel insecure about myself. Over the years, I have successfully developed the idea that I will never be good enough for my beloveds as I believe that I will never be able to meet their expectations.

And truth be told, there are times when I hate myself for being myself.

So, last night, for the hundredth time, my superboyfriend and I had a discussion on this issue (yet again). I could tell that he was getting tired of talking about the same thing over and over again.

The talk went on and on for a while and I kept denying whatever being said.

Suddenly, he made me stood next to him and asked me to look straight into a mirror.

He grabbed my arm and said,

'I love that girl in the mirror.'
'Every little thing about her.'

I think I cried.

No, I didn't. But I did shed a tiny tear and tried damn hard to make it invisible to his eyes.