Break your mirrors

I got this image off Tumblr and I could not find the original source/artist of this image. If you know who it is please let me know, as I do not want to take credit for someone else's beautiful art.

When I loved myself the most I broke my mirrors and created mosaics that reflected off the sun. Pieces of light that converted my eyes into kaleidoscopes that focused on the little bits. The bits that I collectively moaned over, looked at with hateful eyes, times when I turned warmth into ice in order to burn myself from the coldness I had let myself be affected by. When I loved myself the most I embraced the lumps and folds of my shirts, the dents in my legs, the bumps under my arms. I let it go. I remembered how much happier the world looked when the corner of my lips curved upwards and I let the crookedness of my teeth show. The badge of honor I wore when I parted my hair down the center and white hairs flew aloof in the wind, whispering memories of my nana, connecting us as if we met as friends sharing the secret that we were in our mid-20s & grey headed. I loved myself the most when I empowered myself with women I looked up to, women who were actively in my life, not just strong characters that are idolized without us ever really knowing, but the ones we see that we actively reflect light off each others retinas. The women that dance among the concrete of the corporate, draining, image based life of comparison. I loved myself most when I stopped thinking only of myself, how I looked, how I should drain my body of love to look better, to no one that matters in my life. It's easy to get stuck in the ugly. Break your mirrors, especially the one in your mind.