When I look in the mirror I see.
R.D. Jess
I can’t believe that’s me.
When did my eyes shimmer?
A glance gives me a shiver.
When did my body stop looking disgusting?
In the mirror I see everything.
Because I see myself how God created me.
I can’t help thinking, “is that me?!”
He formed me before I was born.
His love has the vail torn.
With me in mind at the cross.
I don’t need lip gloss.
Christ became my identity.
So, beauty my reality.
IS THAT ME?
Renewed Dream 