She undresses herself leaving her bare in the moonlight. She hesitates, but slowly she turns her head to look back trying to seek approval from the reflection. She just stands there looking at herself. Those brown eyes just staring back. Her black hair in a tight bun, but with there's always that one stubborn strand falling out of place. Her curves shaping her as a whole. Her behind sagging into oblivion. And watching her skin soon blend with the darkness, trying to disappear from the shame of being its color.
She observes in the reflection as her small moist lips part and the words escape from her, "Am I pretty?" she asks herself. Her unpolished fingernails clutch onto her skin, wanting her to answer, but she couldn't. She keeps gripping into her skin trying to break the barrier wanting to feel something. But nothing came, no answer, no cry, no emotion, just silence. She couldn't bear another second of seeing herself naked so she grabs the robe and covers herself. Safe under the layer and away from her eyes.
Feeling discomfort in her own body, she walks to the window and looks to the moon. She sighs looking as she feels the rays gently kissing her and giving her comfort as a mother would do. She wishes she could be beautiful like the moon. So natural and elegant and loved by everyone. The guiding light to souls among our earth. She rests her head against the window and just watches the moon. Her eyes soon start to close so she kisses the moon goodnight and gets into bed, dreaming of being beautiful like it so she can finally love herself even in a world that wishes to diminish her.
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Unknown to the Person I Am
Short StoryLooking into the perspective of a female who does not know her true self, thus living a half life. Struggles of unable to love her body because of the boundaries females are put in, living in fear because it's been taught that females should bow dow...
