I stared at the girl in the mirror, analyzing her features.
Thick afro. Heart shaped face. Thin eyebrows. Wide nose. Full lips. Small breast. Skinny arms and legs. Unimpressive butt. Lengthy dark chocolate skin.
"Confident."
I pulled my shoulders back and held my head higher.
"Beautiful."
Say it until you believe it.
"Beautifully confident. Confidently beautiful."
I smiled and the silver metal, lining my teeth kicked my self esteem, hard. My shoulders dropped in defeat.
"This is ridiculous" I huffed. I removed my retainer and dragged myself into the bathroom.
Pinterest might've been too cliche. Complimenting myself in the mirror every morning is stupid. Or at least I feel stupid doing it.
I cleaned my retainer and placed it in it's container. I pulled my hair into a ponytail before beginning my morning routine.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, toned my face, moisturized my face, put on chapstick, and then make up.
Covering all my flaws, or most of them. I made my thin eyebrows full and thick. I cover my acne and dark marks. I made my eyelashes longer.
Fourty five minutes every single morning.
I braided my hair down and then spent the next thirty minutes applying my wig as I did every monday morning.
Now. I stared at the girl in the mirror with confidence.
I felt beautiful.
I smirked and flipped my weave over my shoulder.
I know this isn't good. I should be embracing my flaws instead of covering them up everyday. I should embrace my naturally big kinky hair instead of hiding it underneath a new wig every week. And I should love my chocolate skin instead of wishing I was lighter and thicker and shorter.
But..oh fucking well.
I'm confident and that's what matters. I'm confident with my filled in eyebrows and straight Persian weave.
I'm confident.
Sighing heavily I exited my bathroom and went into my closet searching through my clothes until I found an outfit I was satisfied with.
I pulled a red and black stripped t shirt over my head and pulled on a pair of jeans that hugged my long legs. They made my butt look a little less flat.
I angled my head a little then glared.
No. They didn't actually.
Whatever. I finished getting ready then grabbed my backpack, phone, headphones and headed out of my room and into my little brother's, who I woke up by I started my hair.
"Hey pal. Ready?"
The young chocolate boy looked up at me and smiled, melting my heart. Even his eyes smiled. "Waffles?"
I smiled happily "Of course, hurry up and put your shoes on. I'll be in the kitchen."
His six year old body ran to his closet excitedly, making me giggle.
Just gotta love him.
I quietly made my way to the kitchen and began heating up Kayson's waffles in the toaster. He popped up into the kitchen just as I was putting them on a plate.
