I see you looking at me.
Looking straight into my eyes even when I won’t return the gaze. I see you looking deep into them. Seeing past the hurt and seeing the potential. Seeing the sweet beauty that is fully awakened but can’t come alive; being held hostage by bitterness, fear and mistrust.
You see the amazing things I have done and can still do.
I see you looking past my harsh tones when I speak. Past my disgruntle body language.
You look and see me as a brave strong woman with no flaws… a woman with only grace and love.
You see my smile even when I won’t smile. I don’t ever want to smile. You see it there loud and clear hidden behind lack of confidence and loud insecurities. Someone always looking for validation.
I see you looking at the scars and stretch marks. Wanting for others to only see the stories behind them all. You don’t find them ugly like I do. You see them as lovely reminders. You see the journey. You see the body struggles as daily reminders of victory.
You see the permanent ink on my body. Warrior. Beloved. So it goes. They mean so much to me and strangely they means as much to you.
You hear the lion roaring. You see the pink flamingo standing on one leg with such poise and balance that only a few can master. The self taught self control.
You look past my tears and the wounds and see me. You hear me. You value me.
I see you smile and refusing to believe the mess. Refusing to see me as anything less then beautiful.
Oh mirror on the wall. That true self reflection is overwhelming.