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Cold Mirror (Zeba Mehdi)

The mirror looks cold, Unnervingly so as I Stand before it Waiting for its approval.
I have never been good at reflection I have never been good at short skirts and thin legs Red rosy cheeks and hour glass figures. I stand in front of the cold mirror I touch myself, My stomach that bulges And I caress the stretch marks that have made themselves at home on my skin. But today is different Because today I’m learning To be enough I’m learning the subtle art of loving myself To love the stretch marks, To love my stomach To love my double chin And today I dont crave for others to validate me Because today somehow standing in front of the cold mirror Watching the goosebumps cover my skin I am enough. And maybe tomorrow we’ll go back to square one. But today I find bliss, Today I am enough.

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