By Deaquelynn Williams
For as long as I can remember, I’ve seen this girl. Before my very eyes she grew from a little girl into a woman. I’ve seen her happy, sad, confident, and depressed. I’ve even seen her crying her heart out from a broken heart. I’ve seen her get dolled up to go out. I was even there when she first started wearing make-up. Yeah, I’ve literally watched her grow up right in front of me.
I’ve known her name and everything about her, and she knew me too. As a matter of fact, she went with me everywhere I would go; and although I did not see her all the time, she was still here. Sometimes when I was out on a date or hanging out with friends, the second I went to the bathroom, she popped up just to make sure I was looking good before joining my date or friends again.
She was fly some days, and other days she was just chillin’ and relaxing at home. Some days her hair was on point, and other days it was all over the place. Some days she cared, and other days she didn’t seem to have a care in the world. But, again she was always there.
When I was sexually molested for years of my life, she was there. When I went through a stage of my life where I was promiscuous, she was there; even through all of the break-ups. When I was sick in the hospital and could barely move, I would lift up my eyes and look in the mirror and see her right there taking on my pain. When I buried my parents and went through a bitter divorce, there she was, no matter what.
Not only was she there for the bad times, but she was there in the good ones too: when I first learned how to ride a bike, when I accepted Jesus as my Savior, when I went on my first date, when I moved to a new city she went with me, when I got married, and even when I accepted God’s purpose for my life, she were there.
All my life I’ve seen this girl. All my life she’s been with me. All my life I’d looked at her, but I never really knew who she was. As familiar a face she was to me, she was still a stranger. Someone I grew up with, someone who was there with me through think, thin and everything in between. Yet, I had no idea who she was.
One day, in a personal quest to S.E.L.F. [seizing empowerment, love, and freedom] I asked God to send me a friend who would be there for me and have my back no matter what. One who would understand what I’ve been through in my life and help me get to the next level without judging me or making me feel like my life up to that point had not mattered at all. And just as I prayed that prayer, I looked up into the mirror and there she was again.
This time when I saw her, I did not just look “at” her, but I looked in her; deep into her eyes and into her soul. As I stared for what seems like eternity, I saw in her eyes a longing to be with me, to be my friend. She soon opened her mouth and began to speak.
“I’ve seen you grow up before my very eyes. I’ve been wanting to be your best friend for a very long time. Every time you’d look at me, I hoped it would be the day that you’d acknowledge who I was and ask me to be your friend. But you didn’t. You just went through life without me. I saw some of the friends you had, and I would long for you to talk to me like you talked to them; to laugh with me like you laughed with them; to share with me like you shared with them. But you wouldn’t. Every time I saw you brokenhearted and crying, my heart broke and I cried for you too. I wanted to comfort you. But instead you found comfort in other things and even other people. But I decided long ago that I was never going to leave you, and that one day you would discover who I am and finally become my best friend. With an open heart I receive you. And just like the first day I ever saw you, I love you now more than ever. I want you to know that no matter what mistakes you have made, no matter how much you’ve ignored me, no matter what reasons you did all the things you did to yourself and to me, I forgive you. Not only do I forgive you, but I also forget; and from this day forward I promise to help you be the best YOU that you can be. Will you accept my love, my help and m friendship?”
And as tears feel down both of our faces, I nodded with a silent, “Yes.” That’s the day I became best friends with the girl in the mirror.
Now we laugh and talk to one another every day. I consult her on every decision I make. She has helped me in discovering who I am as a woman of God, and she’s also pushed me past my personal comfort zone. She has been my rock and truly my best friend. She never condemns me, but always corrects me in love. She is “dabomb.com” both inside and out. I love her like never before and can’t imagine life without her again. She is my best friend. She is the girl in the mirror.
Source: Virtuously Yours