Worst Critic

Some days the mirror searches and I let out a sigh
It’s times like those I’d rather not be me, myself or I
What’s more, I’m tired of the manner in which my smile smiles
I’ve never been content throughout my lifetime’s miles

I will honestly admit, though, with my chin to the skies
I’ve been pretty satisfied with both of my eyes
Now you ask about my nose and my nose is quite compatible
not only for its shape, but for its job so valuable

It somehow brings to balance all the artwork on my face
and I kind of like my hair, while its color has been graced
My body, well, that’s a tale I’d prefer to let alone
I’ll refrain from complaints here; I’ll do that at home

I could go on and on, but I think I’ll move that mirror
so next time when I’m getting ready, I’ll see things much clearer
and after putting much more thought into this conversation
I think I’ll just be grateful and pass on alterations

Lauren Scott © 2014

35 thoughts on “Worst Critic

    1. Thanks, Chris, I’m glad I made you smile and yes, we are our own worst critics. But then the only healthy option in the end is acceptance of who we are, too. Love and hugs! ♥

  1. Just so you know (if you didn’t already), I am undoubtedly far from alone in knowing that you are, indeed, unfairly critical of the You that we know to be a great beauty, inside and out! But it does make for a thought-provoking and amusing poem, as long as we don’t try to take it for fact in its entirety. 😉

    1. Aww…Kathryn, thank you for your complementary words…we are our own worst critics and in one of my critical moments, I was inspired to write this humorous rendition of those moments we often have…but in the end, we have to accept who we are and be happy…thanks again, my friend! 🙂 xoxo

    1. You’re too funny, Madhu! Well, I’m not happy about needing to color it now (didn’t start until I turned 50, tomorrow will be 3 yrs. ago) because it’s more of a waste of time for me. But I’m not ready to let the gray run free and after the job is done, I like it. 🙂 But as I wrote in my poem, there are other complaint areas that I work with or accept. We have to be happy with who we are! Thanks for your comment! 🙂

  2. I love how this ‘reflects’ and concludes, Lauren. I have had body issues all my life – now I look back and wish I was the body shape and weight I was as a teenager and young woman. 🙂 Saying that, it is a relief that other things have so much more importance for me now. Perhaps the body ages so we can concentrate on the more lasting attributes of our heart and soul. And you are stunning! XO ♥

    1. Thanks, Diane, and I wish my body were the same as back then, too! Oh well! I just want to feel and be healthy! And it’s just good to be alive! 🙂 Aww..thank you for your lovely words, too. I don’t feel that way, but I appreciate your complement! Sending you much love and many hugs, my friend! ♥ xo

  3. Lauren I loved this, and drat those Mirrors, they never reflect what you want back to they?… Oh and a little Bird by the name of Deb said on her blog it was that time of your which spins around one full cycle to celebrate yet another Year on Planet Earth.. So my very best of well wishes are sent your way Lauren, and Many more Happy Returns of the Day… >3 Love and Blessings your way xox Sue xox 🙂

    1. Thanks, Sue, and yes, let’s get rid of those mirrors! And you’re right…another year has cycled around and here I am one year older, once again! The big 53! I’m not shy, just happy to be alive! Funny how I feel more like in my late 40’s! 🙂 Thanks so much for your lovely wishes and sending much love and many blessings to you, as well! ♥ xoxo

    1. Thanks so much, Deb! I really do appreciate your thoughtfulness! You are such a wonderful friend and I just commented on your post, too! Sending many hugs filled with much love your way! xoxoxo 🙂

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