Do you ever catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and it makes you stop for a second because you had a shitty day and it’s day 3 of your period and you haven’t washed your hair in a week and it’s one of those days where the past comes back to haunt, and you allow yourself to feel it all so you think you look like crap but then you see her in the mirror and she looks like a fucking goddess. Her figure is slim, her legs infinitely long and strong. And she has that ass that’s not too small, nor too big, not too fit, but perfectly so. And that hourglass shape that makes time stop. You’ve never really noticed that every curve on her face tells a story, or that her cheekbones are so high and elegant. Oh! and her eyes have seen some shit, yet they have that honey-like glow and when she looks at you, it feels like a warm embrace from Mother Earth herself; and then you notice her breasts, the ones she used to hate back in high school but the ones that she absolutely celebrates and loves now, with every occasion she gets; her neck, so delicate, protector of the voice she hasn’t really figured out how to voice yet; it’s on the tip of her tongue. She has big eyes and soft lips and the skin is so delicately touched by the Sun. She wears the Moon on her chest, as a tattoo and stars in her eyes, for guidance.
Do you ever catch a glimpse of the goddess in the mirror and remember who you are?
