Gedicht: Mirror of the past

Who is that girl with the long brown hair?
Her smile may look cheerful, but deep down she cares.
A little too often, she cares about what people say.
If only they knew how she feels every day.
The “rules” of society lay down on her shoulders.
Her cheery fire went out and now only smolders. “If you’re not looking a certain way, you won’t get anywhere in life.”
“If you don’t behave the right way, you’ll never be somebody’s wife.”
As I was dying to try and look like everyone else.
I only came to realise that I had lost my true self.
I felt trapped in the body of a girl who wasn’t me.
That’s when I decided: it’s time I start being who I really want to be.
I cut off my hair, and did things that make me happy.
No one and no rule could ever trap me.
I might wear less colorful clothing than I used to.
I might weight more than I used to. I might look different than I used to.
But with all that, my confidence grew.
Every day I try to be the best version of myself.
I try my best to take care of my health.
But the most important part for me…
Is answering the question: who is that truly happy girl in the mirror smiling back at me?