The Mirror Doesn’t Lie. You Just Wish It Would.

There’s a unique kind of fear that hits when the mirror tells the truth. Not about your face, but about your hunger.

Not the bathroom mirror. This mirror is one you tilt just right to avoid your soft spots and regret lines. I’m talking about that mirror. The one that reflects your truth of what you want, what stirs under your skin, what you ache for at 2:08 a.m. Desires that didn’t ask for your permission and doesn’t care about your reputation.

That mirror? It scares the shit out of people even if they won’t admit it.

So people deflect. “It’s just trauma.” “I’m better than this.” “If I were healed, I wouldn’t want it.”

But desire isn’t a character flaw. It’s not a moral indictment. It’s raw data. It doesn’t make you good or bad. It just makes you honest. What you choose to do with it...that’s where your morals live. Not in the wanting, but in the wielding.

The desire I am speaking of is not the curated, socially acceptable kind. Its the inconvenient kind. The kind you didn’t ask for but feel anyway.

Still, I’ve seen people twist themselves into something small. They have apologized for what turns them on, burying their edges in soft language and shame. Hoping to stay lovable without being truly seen.

Then there are the others.

The ones who say, “Yeah. That’s mine.” No panic, no performance. Just grounded truth. They don’t chase permission or acceptance. They don’t weaponize their wants. They carry them with intention.

That’s not arrogance. That’s integrity.

This isn’t a call to act on every impulse. Some desires should stay in the dark. But pretending they don’t exist? That’s dangerous.

You don’t get to outsource your hunger. You either deny it and let it rule you from the shadows or you own it and decide what kind of person you’ll be with it in your hands.

Desire isn’t clean. It’s not supposed to be. It’s mud under your nails, not a philosophy lecture.

So stop asking the mirror to lie.

Stand in front of it like you’ve got nothing to prove. Just something to understand.

No shame. No excuses. Just ownership.