A mask hides away the flaws, the things you'd rather not share with others. A mask is simply used to cover.
On a daily basis, many of us are numb to the fact that the first thing we do when we wake up is cover our faces with a mask. I am not excluding myself.
I know quite well that when I rise in the morning I coat myself in several layers of masks- Happiness, Confidence, Peace, Contentment. These are the things many people encounter when the cross paths with me. One of these I wear more commonly than the others.
Confidence. I strive to be confident. I honestly do. But frankly, my confidence was shattered when I was no younger than the age of nine. Shattered by the burning words I was once called, words that blaze through my mind every single time I think about myself- to this day. It is hard to be confident when, "fatty", "whale", "ugly", "disgusting" , "fatso" , are imprinted across your reflection in the ever-so-despised mirror. I hated myself. I mean I did until just this last year. For eight years these words haunted my every ounce. Slowly I have grown to love myself. Yet, there are times in this life that I do believe those burning lies to be true, that I do cave in to the Enemy's persuasion to hate myself. Many days I hate looking into the mirror because that is when I must face the truth; the names, the lies, the hate is non existent. My reflection is one of beauty because I have learned to avoid focussing on my flaws and love my good points.
I do, still, adorn the mask of confidence.
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