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I stand in front of the mirror, not looking - observing.

I notice all of the tiny imperfections: dark circles below my heavy eyes, untidy brows that I never find the patience to perfect, the faint hairs above my top lip that I'm sure no one else really sees but manage to make me feel masculine none the less.

I spend my mornings attempting to improve and conceal each and every flaw that is brought to my attention; it seldom makes a difference. It makes me wander what it is that other people see when they look at me - observe me?

I look at my sister - observe her.

I see no make-up, no rediculous man made product that tampers with who and what she really is. She is far from what may be described as 'perfect' but she doesn't frantically try to hide it. She is pure! She is genuine, not only on the outside but within. Her name - Verity - means truth, and it fits her exquisitely. No foundation, eye shadow, lip stick - these things that are designed to cover us up, no shield from the truth.

I love that about her. I envy it, like she envies me for my false facade of confidence. I see the insecurity that eats away at her inside and it angers me to think she doubts herself in such a way.

I crave the strength to rise in the morning and do nothing more than run a brush through my hair, and leave the house feeling truly satisfied with the way I am.

It is not her who is insecure - it is me!

Description
I stand in front of the mirror, not looking - observing.

I notice all of the tiny imperfections: dark circles below my heavy eyes, untidy brows that I never find the patience to perfect, the faint hairs above my top lip that I'm sure no one else really sees but manage to make me feel masculine none the less.

I spend my mornings attempting to improve and conceal each and every flaw that is brought to my attention; it seldom makes a difference. It makes me wander what it is that other people see when they look at me - observe me?

I look at my sister - observe her.

I see no make-up, no rediculous man made product that tampers with who and what she really is. She is far from what may be described as 'perfect' but she doesn't frantically try to hide it. She is pure! She is genuine, not only on the outside but within. Her name - Verity - means truth, and it fits her exquisitely. No foundation, eye shadow, lip stick - these things that are designed to cover us up, no shield from the truth.

I love that about her. I envy it, like she envies me for my false facade of confidence. I see the insecurity that eats away at her inside and it angers me to think she doubts herself in such a way.

I crave the strength to rise in the morning and do nothing more than run a brush through my hair, and leave the house feeling truly satisfied with the way I am.

It is not her who is insecure - it is me!