It has been a long time since I looked in a mirror without distain. There were many times when I covered the glass, affronted by what looked back. A great deal of shame lived in my eyes, a shame I couldn’t, no, wouldn’t confront…but those days are done…
These days, I find myself smiling at what I see. My eyes light up with joy, they sparkle at the edges. I swim in the delicate green, watching the embers grow.
I no longer despise the body. I see its beautiful curves, deep scars... Every imperfection, a chapter in a book still unfolding. My vessel is my soul’s manifestation, complicated yet so vastly simple in its needs.
I love my solitude as I meander through this life. I find happiness in my day to day, celebrating accomplishments and learning from mistakes. How sweet it is to just be me, to hear my own voice. I can be harsh sometimes, but I hear a gentle melody more often now.
I find lips grinning as I spoil myself. I bought new dresses, so darkly red. They made my ghost-like skin shine, as if I were a rose. I felt so beautiful, so loved by the mirror I hated.
These days, I worship me because I deserve to be worshipped. I spent so much time hiding, now I am renewed in the glass and even on film. I find myself exquisite in black and white…I giggle as I fumble with angles and lighting. I know that out of 100 pictures, only one will be right, but I don’t care. I am worth the effort.
I am falling in love with me, again. 🌹