Look, I know being humble is supposed to be a virtue or whatever, but goddamn when you’re hot, you just know. Every mirror in your life becomes a fucking fan. Out at the club in that dress that fits like a second skin? Hot. 6AM, hungover, raccoon-level mascara smudged after a night between someone’s sheets? Still hot as fuck. That random reflection in a store window that catches you off guard while you’re just walking to get coffee? Even that mirror’s like “damn girl, okay.” I used to apologize for this kind of confidence when friends would catch me checking myself out, but honestly? I’m done with that performative modesty bullshit. There’s something wildly liberating about owning that hot girl “I know I’m the bitch” energy and not giving a fuck what anyone thinks. You stop waiting for validation from anyone else because you’ve already given it to yourself. Naoma gets this on ‘In The Mirror,’ her bold self-love anthem with Jazzy Tha Rapper that basically says fuck your beauty standards, fuck your opinions, I’m the finest thing in this room and we both know it.
The production here is nu disco at its champagne-bottle-poppin’ white lines on the table finest. We’re talking four-on-the-floor beats with funky basslines that pulse through your entire body and synths that shimmer like a goddamn disco ball caught in direct sunlight. It’s got that retro 70s groove modernized for twenty-somethings who want to feel like Studio 54 legends while scrolling TikTok. Think Lady Gaga in her Chromatica era if she’d actually worked the beat harder and really committed to the grind. The track’s got that relentless energy that builds and builds until you’re fully riding the rhythm like a magic dick that actually hits right, sweaty and breathless and not even slightly sorry about it. Then Jazzy Tha Rapper comes in with a verse full of swagger and playful confidence that takes the whole thing up another level. This is music designed to make you feel sexy while you move, and it absolutely delivers on that promise.
Naoma opens with the reality we all deal with daily: “I look around and I see / Ads on every screen / Telling me what I need / To make me complete.” Every fucking ad algorithm knows your insecurities better than your therapist. Buy this cream, try this diet, fix your nose, change your hair, shrink yourself, be less, be more, be different. The bombardment is constant and exhausting. When Naoma sings “Well you can try but won’t succeed / To make me hate what’s underneath,” that’s the moment you stop internalizing the bullshit. She’s drawing a line. You can market perfection at me all day, I’m still going to love what I see. “I wasn’t made to fall” is such a power statement. She’s standing her ground, unshakeable.
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Then comes the flex: “Can’t you see me? / I look good / Feel my body / Wish you could.” That “wish you could” is deliciously cocky. She knows he’s excited watching her, knows he wants to taste every inch, and she’s making him wait for it. The power in that tease is everything. Girls like us claim orgasms as birthrights – we don’t fake it, we don’t settle for mediocre dick, and when you look this good, you stop accepting anything less than getting yours. There’s something incredibly sexy about a woman who knows exactly what she’s bringing to the table. When she asks “Who’s the finest of them all,” it’s rhetorical. We all know the answer.
The chorus hits with “ How could I forget? / I love who’s in the mirror / They could never win / I love who’s in the mirror. ” This is where the self-love gets specific. Society keeps trying to convince you to hate yourself so you’ll keep buying products to fix problems you don’t actually have. They need you insecure to make money. When you genuinely love what you see in the mirror, the whole capitalist beauty industrial complex loses. They could never win against someone who’s already chosen herself.
Here’s where Jazzy Tha Rapper takes over and absolutely murders it. “My man said ‘stop looking at your self’ / Huh baby don’t be a hypocrite / It’s like everytime I walk by / And I look fine / We both drool just a lil bit.” I fucking love this. Your man’s telling you to stop checking yourself out while he’s the one who can’t stop staring. Jazzy calls him on his shit. Yeah I’m hot. Yeah we both know it. Deal with it. That admission that they both drool is playful and sexy and honest. Mutual attraction where you’re fully aware of your own appeal? That’s hot girl shit.
She keeps going: “I love every single piece of this / Sweet hesherys kiss / Sugar on ya lips.” Jazzy’s celebrating her whole damn self. The way she tastes, the way she moves, every single piece. Then she drops “I’m 5’10 so I barely fit / All the molds that you came up with.” This hits different. She’s literally too much for the narrow beauty standards society tries to force on women. She doesn’t fit the mold because the mold was designed to contain you and she refuses to be contained.
“My my My profile bombastic / This side eye slice you for days / I’m bouncing back / Too elastic / Maybe you should look both ways.” Jazzy’s profile is bombastic. Her side eye could cut you. She’s flexible and she’s coming at you from every angle. That “look both ways” is a warning. You better pay attention because she’s the whole package and she knows it. The confidence here is intoxicating.
Then the self-appreciation gets explicit: “Is that an ab that I’m seeing from all the crunches I did / Is that my booty that’s peeking out / Hell yeah girl / Yes it is.” She’s checking herself out mid-verse and hyping herself up out loud. I do this constantly. You catch that glimpse in the mirror after a workout, or when you’re getting dressed, or literally any random moment, and you’re just like “damn, okay, I see you.” Jazzy’s giving herself the praise she’s earned. The work she’s putting in at the gym? It shows. Her ass? Perfect. She’s allowed to be proud of it.
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The fairy tale reference is vital as fuck: “ Mirror mirror on the wall / Who’s the finest of them all. ” Naoma’s reclaiming the narrative. In the original fairy tale the evil queen needed the mirror to tell her she was beautiful. She needed external validation. Here Naoma’s flipping it. She already knows the answer. “Like what I see in the mirror / It’s only me in the mirror.” There’s nobody else in that reflection telling you who to be. It’s just you and you get to decide if you’re enough. Spoiler: you are.
The final moments of the track give us “I love who I see in the mirror / It’s me in the mirror / I’m free in the mirror (hey yeah) / Anyone I wanna be in the mirror.” That freedom is everything. You’re not performing for anyone else’s gaze. You’re not trying to fit someone else’s fantasy. In the mirror you’re free to be exactly who you are and that version of you? She’s fucking perfect.
Naoma, the Goddess of Groove from Midland, Michigan, now calls Atlanta home. Her debut album dropped in October 2024 and caught iHeartRadio Atlanta’s attention landing her an on-air interview and Atlanta Pride performance. She takes cues from disco legends like Chaka Khan, Donna Summer, and Teena Marie. Jazzy Tha Rapper, a Brooklyn native turned Atlanta fixture, brings lyrical prowess influenced by Jay-Z and Missy Elliott. She made her name at Georgia State University and has performed throughout the city via shows under her brand Bbygirl Entertainment. These two women together? They’re teaching us how to look in the mirror and actually like what we see.
I caught my reflection yesterday while leaving the gym. No makeup, face still flushed from cardio. And you know what? I stopped and took a second look. Not because I was critiquing but because I actually looked good. Strong. Alive. Hot in that sweaty, just-crushed-a-workout kind of way. A year ago I would’ve avoided that mirror, found seventeen things wrong, focused on what wasn’t perfect. Now I see a woman who takes care of herself, who shows up, who’s doing the damn thing. Naoma and Jazzy get it. The mirror isn’t your enemy anymore when you stop letting other people’s opinions live rent-free in your head. It becomes your biggest fan. You become your biggest fan. And honestly? That’s the sexiest thing you can be.
