“Mirror, Mirror on the Wall: Whose Voice Do You Hear?”

We all have a mirror. Maybe it’s the one hanging on your bathroom wall, or the one you check before stepping out. But it’s not really about that mirror, is it? It’s about the mirror we carry inside—the one that reflects back a voice, a whisper, a truth, or a lie.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” It’s a line from a fairy tale, but in real life, it’s much more than that. It’s a quiet, haunting question we ask ourselves every day, whether we realize it or not. We look into the mirror, and we don’t just see ourselves. We hear a voice. A voice that is supposed to tell us who we are. But what if that voice is lying? What if that voice isn’t even ours?

We grow up learning that mirrors show us the truth. They show us what others see, what we’re supposed to believe. But sometimes, the mirror reflects back more than our physical selves. Sometimes, it shows us our deepest fears, our insecurities, our shame. It whispers that we’re not enough. That we are too much. That we’ll never be loved the way we need to be. And every time we look, it grows louder, bolder, more confident. Until we start to believe it.

But here’s the thing nobody tells you: The mirror doesn’t have a voice. It’s silent. It’s just glass. The voice you hear? That’s a collection of every harsh word you’ve ever received, every side-eye, every moment of rejection, and every failure that bruised you in ways nobody ever saw.

And maybe, just maybe, that voice is wrong.

The mirror doesn’t tell you who you are. It doesn’t see your soul. It doesn’t know your story. It only shows you what you believe you should see. If you believe you’re not good enough, it will find every flaw to confirm it. If you think you’re unworthy, it will magnify every scar, every mark, every imperfection.

But what if, for a moment, you asked a different question?

What if you asked, “Mirror, mirror, who am I really?” Not who the world says you are, not who you’ve been told to be, but who you feel in your bones. The child who laughed freely. The dreamer who dared to dream. The person who still has something beautiful, something untouched by all the noise.

What if the voice you hear isn’t yours at all? What if it belongs to every person who didn’t see you, every person who made you feel small, and every single one of those moments when you felt less than? What if, instead, you listened to the quieter voice, the one hidden beneath all the noise—the voice that says you are enough just as you are, that you are worthy of love, and that your story is still being written?

Look again.

Not with the eyes that have been trained to see what’s wrong, but with the eyes that remember who you are when no one’s watching. Look with the eyes of kindness, of compassion, of truth. The truth that is yours, not borrowed, not twisted by fear or doubt.

Listen.

Not to the voice that comes easily, the one that stings and scratches at your self-worth. Listen to the voice that is quieter, softer, but so much more real. The one that has been waiting for you to hear it, the one that says, “You are here. You are enough. You are worthy.”

The mirror will always be there. It will always reflect back what you bring to it. But you get to choose which voice to believe. You get to decide if the mirror will be a source of pain or a window to something more. The truth isn’t always found in the reflection; sometimes, it’s found in the act of looking beyond it.

So, next time you find yourself in front of a mirror, don’t ask who the fairest is. Ask who the truest is. And let that voice, the one that comes from the deepest, most unfiltered part of you, be the one you believe. Because that voice, no matter how faint it feels right now, holds a truth far more powerful than any reflection ever could.

Let that voice be yours❤️.