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.
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 View more posts
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