January 13, 2009, 1:53 am
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She looks in the mirror and sees what she sees.
That new cover up she bought doesn’t do anything to cover up the awful zit. Red lines take away from the blue of the eyes. Ten too many pounds make a round and ugly face. Don’t they see the imperfection?
And then comes the boy with murmered confirmations. Your face is lovely. Those eyes are blue and perfect. You are soft and comfortable and beautiful.
She listens to him and wonders: which opinion is more correct? Her own, negative thoughts, or his love inspired words.
She hopes it is him.
But she looks in the mirror and sees what she sees.
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Yes. I know how this feels. And sadly, it seems worse as I get older. Then I look back at old photos, and remember how critical I was of myself, and I look at that pretty girl in those pictures and think, “So sad that you didn’t appreciate that!”
I think you are beautiful!
And I haven’t noticed any zits or red eyes or ugly face (what??!!)
Comment by Kelly January 13, 2009 @ 2:42 amDear babeh,
you are smoking hot. the end. my brother has impeccable taste so listen to him when he says you are beautiful!
Comment by imambergome January 13, 2009 @ 4:33 pmI maybe should have put a disclaimer on this. This is a bit of an exaggeration for writing purposes. . . I’m not totally down on myself, but thanks for the kind words!
Comment by Kasey January 14, 2009 @ 3:51 am