Back to Square One
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As I stare at myself in the mirror, I don't even recognize the reflection.
I'm a married woman, and I can't get over that. I'm only wearing red lace underwear at the moment. I wear sexy panties and bras now because I have someone who's seeing them every day other than myself. Does he wear special boxers...? I'm not ready to think about Silas that way yet. It is still too weird.
I am a little surprised that I haven't had a meltdown yet. I've never had a panic attack before, but my life has been turned upside-down. I have a pretty damn good excuse to have one. Everyone is probably expecting that I will. They may even be surprised that I haven't yet.
Eight years erased...
Eight years to learn...
I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm still me... just older. I rub lotion into my face, examining it closely. Still me. Same blue eyes. Same shallow dimples in my cheeks. Same lips that cover straight teeth that my parents paid a lot of money for.
I step back and take in my body. A little curvier then I remember, but not by much. I guess with marriage comes comfort weight.
My hair is the same blonde, just longer.
How odd to have everything the same... yet so different.
Completed July of 2019
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