Why I Talk to Myself in the Mirror Like I’m RuPaul

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Because sometimes you gotta hype yourself up like you’re headlining the damn planet.

We live in a world that is very loud about what we’re not.

Not famous enough. Not rich enough. Not young, masculine, pretty, quiet, humble, straight, productive, or polished enough. And if you listen too long, especially on days when your shirt doesn’t fit right, your voice cracks in rehearsal, or you open Instagram and see yet another 22-year-old going viral for lip-syncing with an ironic mustache, it gets in your head.

And that’s exactly why I’ve started treating my bathroom mirror like it’s the greenroom before the biggest show of my life.

It’s Just Me, Myself, and My Inner Ru

No wigs. No false lashes. No choreography (unless I’m feeling it).

Just me. Looking myself in the eyes, saying things I need to hear out loud from me. Because sometimes the only one in your corner… is you.

“You’re still here.”
“You’ve survived things people will never know about.”
“You’ve got more talent in your shadow than most have on stage.”
“You didn’t come this far to forget who the hell you are.”

I don’t care how grounded or logical you are — we all need someone in our life who reminds us we are fire. And if that someone is you, looking at your own reflection with the tired honesty of someone who’s been through it and is still standing? Even better.

Be the Voice You’ve Needed

When I talk to myself in the mirror, it’s not vanity. It’s survival.

I’m speaking over the old scripts that say I’m too different or too late. I’m interrupting the negative playlist with something real. Something powerful. Something that says:

“No one can do what you do. Period. So stop trying to edit yourself to fit the timeline of people who peaked in high school.”

Sometimes I joke. Sometimes I go full therapist-mode. Sometimes I just smirk and say:

“Still hot, still crazy, still undefeated.”

What Would Ru Say?

RuPaul might not be in my bathroom, but I hear her voice in mine. Not because I’m trying to be a drag queen (though I respect the heels and the hustle), but because she sees people. She reminds them of their worth, even when they forget. And don’t we all need a little of that?

So I channel that energy. I remind myself that healing isn’t always silent, self-love isn’t always gentle, and confidence doesn’t always come from applause. Sometimes it comes from a cracked mirror and a voice that won’t quit.

Final Thought

You don’t need to have it all together. You don’t need to be anyone else’s version of perfect. You just need to remember:

You are still here.
You’re not done.
And you are loved — first and fiercest by you.

And to quote the woman who inspired this rant:

“If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?”

Now go sip some water, fix your posture, and remind the mirror who it’s looking at.