A memoir for the me who didn't love herself.
Some day you will look at yourself in the mirror
And you won't pinch your cheakbones
Or your belly
Or pull on your eyelids.
You know, even now, how smart you are
But you can't quite grasp why that's not important
Like a smell you remember in quality but not in source.
You don't have any idea how how charismatic you will be
Or how you will find joy in dancing
Or how you will find joy in other people.
You haven't yet seen the sunrise.
But you have your own sunsets of joy
I forget the worlds you discover in fantasy books
The worlds you find in the woods
The worlds you find in a well written essay.
Someday you'll have a whole day of joy.
These moments in the mirror are just that
Just a moment. Let it pass and the sun will se again.
The sun will rise again.
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