people hiss or scowl or glare at their reflection whenever they catch a glimpse of it in the mirror. they believe the image glaring back at them is a hideous creature. they wish that they could alter it, hide it, even make it disappear.
these people obsess over every tiny flaw, every minuscule detail. they scrutinize every inch of themselves until they're hating every zit, freckle and scar.
but i don't do this. in fact, i like looking at myself in the mirror. the very idea of having a reflection amazes me. the fact that i can see myself. myself. myself. the fact that i'm alive and able to see myself.
i pay no attention to my flaws. i know they exist. i could point all of them out to you if you wanted. but that's not the point. i ignore them and instead focus on the things i like about myself.
and i love myself. sure, society can go ahead and call me self-centred if it wants. i don't care. because isn't loving yourself something that you're supposed to learn to do?
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deflorationis
Puisian anthology of short fictional stories that came from the darkest caverns of my mind, or perhaps were inspired by the sunniest of days. © Moonlitsadness, 2015
