Beautiful

When do I feel most beautiful?
In those first moments of waking,
when I’m still snuggled up in bed,
and the room is cold,
and,
before opening my eyes,
I squeeze really tightly together,
and I bask…
In those moments,
I am woman – hear me…
Or…
Don’t.
Because I have no awareness
of anything outside.
There is only I and my bed
and the cold and the warmth
of the air and my sheets,
and my arms and legs
hugging me,
beautifully,
beautiful me.

You see?
Beauty is little to do with eyes and mirrors,
and everything to do with just simple me.

(**Inspired by @Christi.Steyn)

Post-a-day 2021

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