She wears her hair in curly pigtails
And doesn’t mind the sloppiness.
She goes days without washing it,
Embracing the accumulated grit from a hard slogged week.
She refills her favorite mug as many times as possible
With the coffee that fuels her overall stamina.
As a result of this tragic caffeine dependency,
Her teeth are permanently stained in certain spots.
She bites her fingernails compulsively
When life’s stresses get particularly unpleasant.
She leaves them natural- unpolished-
Because it chips off anyway,
So why bother?
Her eyebrows slowly but surely merge
After months of letting them go.
Plucking and grooming takes too much time-
Time that she would rather not sacrifice
For superficial desires.
When she’s at home, she’s in scrubs-
The same outfit every night.
It’s a source of comfort that she anticipates
After the effort to primp for a job
She feels indifferent about.
She knows she’s odd;
Totally aware of her quirks.
They used to bother her.
But not anymore.
They used to haunt her.
Until she chose to think otherwise.
She knows she’s odd,
And she doesn’t much mind.
Being imperfect
Is perfectly fine.
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Showing posts with label Self Image. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Self Image. Show all posts
10 September 2009
01 September 2009
Just a Dream
Last night, I dreamt that I saw you
In a car-window's reflection,
But you did not see me.
...
Your hair was at its best
-curly and wild-
As it shone in the morning light.
...
Your lips were slathered in their typical tone,
Just as glossy as I’d remembered.
-I smiled-
I couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked.
...
You wore your favorite sunglasses,
The ones you no longer have
-but oh well-
Easily replaced.
...
You just stood at your car,
Calculating your next move,
Wracking the endless check-list in your brain.
...
It was as if you had no idea how gorgeous you were
-Like no one had ever told you-
We both know that’s not the case.
It was as if you had no concept of yourself,
Or the space you stood in.
...
When I saw you, it nearly took my breath away
-A reaction I was not expecting-
You just looked so, different,
So, changed,
So, poised.
...
When I saw you, it nearly took my breath away
-Until I woke up and I realized-
You were me.
I was you.
Oh Well.
In a car-window's reflection,
But you did not see me.
...
Your hair was at its best
-curly and wild-
As it shone in the morning light.
...
Your lips were slathered in their typical tone,
Just as glossy as I’d remembered.
-I smiled-
I couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked.
...
You wore your favorite sunglasses,
The ones you no longer have
-but oh well-
Easily replaced.
...
You just stood at your car,
Calculating your next move,
Wracking the endless check-list in your brain.
...
It was as if you had no idea how gorgeous you were
-Like no one had ever told you-
We both know that’s not the case.
It was as if you had no concept of yourself,
Or the space you stood in.
...
When I saw you, it nearly took my breath away
-A reaction I was not expecting-
You just looked so, different,
So, changed,
So, poised.
...
When I saw you, it nearly took my breath away
-Until I woke up and I realized-
You were me.
I was you.
Oh Well.
Labels:
Beauty,
Dreams,
Me,
Perspective,
Poetry,
Reflection,
Self Image,
Sunshine,
You
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