The glassy pane is steamed over,
the lasting effects of a hot shower.
A woman stands in front of her mirror,
waiting to see her reflection.
In a word,
she is beautiful.
Maybe not to herself,
because she looks at herself
in the mirror for too long.
She defines herself based on what she sees,
not realizing what she's accomplished so far.
She stands exposed in her nakedness,
looking over her body for imperfections
when there are none.
Clouded with doubt,
she still thinks little of herself.
She should accept herself as she is,
She needs to give up her smoke and mirror routine.