I look into the mirror
And someone stares back at me.
She looks familiar.
How do I know her?
Oh.
Right.
I've bullied her.
I've called her stupid.
And unpretty.
I've hurt her.
I've abused her.
I feel terrible about it.
I smile a little at her.
She smiles back;
A shy, slightly scared smile.
I reach out my hand.
She does the same.
Slowly,
Gently, our hands touch.
I mummer "I'm sorry."
She cries.
I cry.
Then we sit and admire the beauty in us.
I smile through my tears.
I realize that this is one of the few moments
Where I don't feel sad.
It's a moment where I can appreciate
The simple ways in which we are lovely.
It's a moment when I don't care what we look like on the outside.
It's a moment where I just sit and adore;
A moment to breathe as we both say
"You are so beautiful. When did that happen?"
A moment where we can laugh and cry
And just be.
We'll disagree again.
I know we will.
But for now,
I'll enjoy the moment where we're both feeling beautiful.
