Beauty is in the Flesh
I stare, move my head from side to side and ponder that this is a new angle from which I have never seen my beauty.
Perhaps if I kiss this mirror my reflection will be me, as I am, so very pretty.
I kneel and I kiss.
I close my eyes excited to see that me, I change the way I am looking in this shiny object.
I take a breath and….
I look ugly! Why is this not showing my beauty?!
She’ll come running in a moment to me, me who is her little, beautiful princess.
“Mommy, this mirror I look ugly in, why Mommy?”
Then she explains that what I see is the reflections fault and that I am indeed pretty and beautiful.
Mommy always makes me feel better.
I stand up to go back into the house. But first I must do something.
I cough, and then at the horrid mirror, I spit my phlegm.
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