Its that moment that you look at yourself in the mirror with no makeup on because you never wear makeup and think
Wow I'm actually pretty.
Because the curve of your lips is beautiful,
Your lashes are long,
Mistakenly thought to be mascara in the 5th grade,
And your blue blue eyes are the prettiest you have ever seen, except in him, but that's okay.
And you begin to think that there is no better is no better wave than the natural curl of your hair,
Waves like ocean,
Waves like calming waters.
And you are beautiful even when you're ill,
Red because your lips burn against your pale skin,
Your nose tells the tale of your tribulations,
And your freckles are dots and boxes, initials on paper.
They are brighter than the constellations in the night sky,
Far off stars that have burned out long ago,
So the fading light is only just reaching you.
And you are beautiful,
Behind the masquerade.
YOU ARE READING
The Middle Man
Short StoryA collection of short works about a broken family and children coming of age, spanning several years
