I used to cover my mirrors

Despising showers and certain fabrics

The painful thoughts my mind created

Scurried from the dark

Like mindless roaches,

Utterly unaware and unconcerned

About being unwelcome in my head.

Today I look at my thighs,

flowing from the my shorts,

And I pause for a moment,

To honor myself,

And appreciate what I see.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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