It was not loud… but it stayed.

Every time I look in the mirror,
I hear them.

I saw a chubby, dark teenage girl
looking pathetically at her image.

All the comments she ever heard about her body
played in a loop.

Even in her 30s, she still hears it.

All these years,
she never understood what and why these voices…

But the way her baby looks at her
made her realise who she really is.

Not these jarring sounds…

She saw something beyond
in the same mirror—
a reflection filled with
love and grace.

Her baby’s smile
showed her how she smiles too.

She started ignoring the sounds,
even though they still played.

She learned to turn a deaf ear to it.

But to turn a blind eye
to what she sees in the mirror
seemed hard.

Nevertheless,
she wanted to see who she is…
through her baby’s eyes.

Slowly…
but surely…

she noticed the woman in her 30s.

She let that teenager loosen her grip
and cut that cord…

She broke free from the past.

She saw the real her.
Smiled… beautifully.

That’s how she got
her happily ever after—
with herself.

Don’t you think
everyone deserves
that kind of love?

A love story with oneself…