I walk up to the mirror
to get ready for the day.
I see red, blotchy eyes and an acne-prone face
I can barely look at myself
Because my eczema covers my body
I guess from birth this was my fate.
A hologram appears on the mirror.
“Would you like to make any changes?” it says.
I touch the button yes.
Then, with just a swipe of my hands,
I make it go away.
The itchiness, the redness
The bruises and the scars
The welts, the dryness
coupled with sleepless nights
Feeling insecure over a condition I can’t control
Even the expert’s knowledge about this falls short.
I make it all go away
In this dream that I create.
Laughing, I twirl around
Now, I am beautiful
I have perfect skin, eczema free
And I can leave the house
“Do you want to save your changes?” the hologram says.
I stare a little deeper, for a little longer.
Because I know the girl underneath
is the girl that everyone sees.
The girl that experiences joy
meeting other people’s needs
If she gets good enough at chemistry
She could cure it one day
filled with fire
To make the world a better place.
This experience I have may come in handy
To another girl facing the same fate.
And I realize that my eczema has taught me
Many, many things
From empathy to humility
to true beauty and grace.
And I decide that it’s okay
To have scars all over my plate
If they make me a better person
And don’t hinder me from being great.
So when I wake up from my dream
This is what I see:
bunnies on my feet
That are always full of energy.
How I make people happy
for my smile’s an infiltrating weed.
Sometimes I see my skin
Rather than the beauty inside of me
because it exists mostly underneath.
But in the end
when I look in the mirror
I love me.