The strangest thing happened to me today. I wasn’t going to write about it, but I couldn’t get the image out of my head, so I sat down and allowed the words to flow from my fingers.

I’m not sure what this was – a dream, a vision, a deep yearning of my heart, a sign of what is to come. Whatever it was, it was powerful.

I believe this speaks to something that lives inside of each of us. For some, this particular piece of us is buried deep inside, and we catch only a glimpse every once in a while. For others, perhaps you experience this piece of yourself more often.

Whichever side you are on, let this encourage you.


Today I looked in the mirror, and I saw a girl I did not recognize. I saw a girl who was not afraid or ashamed. I saw a girl with hope in her eyes. I saw a girl who, though tired and battle-worn, stood strong and confident.

The strange girl stared back at me, mimicking me, following my movements, never breaking eye contact. I waited for her to cower in fear. I waited for her confident shoulders to collapse forward. I waited for the fire in her eyes to burn out like a candle in the wind. But there she stood, her crystal clear eyes holding my gaze.

Surely there has been a mistake. Surely I am dreaming. Surely this is nothing more than wishful thinking.

This girl staring at me in the mirror is not me. I’ve never seen her before, though I know her well. She is a representation of everything I’d once hoped to be.

Strong. Beautiful. Captivating. Confident. Lovely. Lovable. Fierce. Hopeful. Wise. Honorable. Virtuous. Healthy.

No, this girl in the mirror is not me.

I felt a warm tear roll down my cheek, as a feeling of deep longing ripped through my entire body. There I stood, face-to-face with the girl I was meant to be.

But when I looked down, I saw something vastly different. I saw the girl I’ve known for 26 years. The girl whose hands shake in nervousness. The girl who gets tongue tied every time I open my mouth to speak. The girl who can’t bear to look in the mirror for more than a few seconds at a time. The girl who sometimes wishes to just disappear.

No, this girl in the mirror is not me.

But it could be…

What if that strong, beautiful, confident girl is somewhere deep inside of me? What if that was a glimpse of who I was created to be? What if that was my true identity? What if the girl in the mirror staring back at me is calling out for me, too? What if she’s saying, “Come out! Fight for me! I need you to be more. YOU need you to be more!”

What if the girl in the mirror IS me?

I blinked several times, shook my head as if to clear it, and once again stared into the mirror before me. I looked for the strange girl, but all I saw was me. Just plain ol’ me. But as I looked closer, I saw something that wasn’t there before. I saw the faintest flicker of hope in my eyes.

I took a deep breath as a smile crept across my face. I stood a little taller, and I could feel something building within me. This must be what confidence feels like.

As I walked away, I turned my head to get one last glimpse of the mirror. I saw the strange girl once again, and she smiled back at me. And then just like that, she was gone.


My friend, you must get up! You must open your eyes! You must fight to become who you were created to be. This world will try to squash you, fit you into a box, hide you behind ideas of what society says you should be. This world will steal your joy, kill your hope, and then leave you to destroy yourself. But it’s time to rise up! It’s time to become the strong, beautiful, confident one you were created to be!

It’s time to awaken that part of you. It’s time to call her out of hiding. It’s time to become the real you. Fight for her. Fight for you.


One thought on “Becoming The REAL You

  1. Mary Howard you are simply gorgeous! I believe you have just stepped into your new season 😊💕 I can’t wait to see it all unfold.


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