Finding Wisdom

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 else sees Dark brown hair Slowly fading to shades of gray A shell that once cradled curvy hips Now slums and hides through elastic strips. Vibrant eyes that once gleamed No longer quick Convictions laid at rest A tired body that can attest to How mind boggling self image truly is Beauty isn't the curve Where the leg is forced to rest on Nor is it defined by the ogling 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 what matters most Now, I am simply a woman Each and everyone of us is beautiful in our own way