I look in the mirror afraid to blink
refusing to believe the image staring
back at me is me.
wondering if this is the only thing anyone
Dark brown hair slowly fading to shades
A shell that once cradled curvy hips
now slums and hides through the elastic strips.
Vibrant eyes that once gleamed no longer quick.
Convictions laid at rest a tired body that can attest
to how futile self image truly is......
Beauty isn't the curve where the leg is forced to rest on.
nor is it the ampleness of an overexposed chest.
True beauty is the story behind the image the
quiet resilience that truth we hide and refuse to embrace.
I lost my youth but found my wisdom because I know who
I am I'm a woman and everyone of us is beautiful..........