I looked at her in the mirror
I examined all her scars ,her stretchmarks, the hair on her body, her brief eyebrows, the dark patches on her hands, her healthy black 4C hair that she wore freely ,the thickness of her thighs and the growth of her breasts ,her hip dips. All of which she disliked the appearance of, as the thoughts of all those beautiful models with perfect bodies and flawless and slim waists rushed through her mind and overshadowed the beauty that she held.
As I studied her, I began to wonder whether, her love for male dominated sports, streetwear and sneakers in place of dresses and stilettos, made her less of a feminine girl than others. Seeing as she was surrounded by girls with magnificent and flawless physical appearances, I forgot how blissful she was, she forgot that we are a divergent people.
She forgot all those beauty spots that were placed across her beautiful face and body, she forgot the power her tiny almond eyes had and how these eyes embody and emphasize her wide smile, as I’m looking at her in this moment, I see the beauty that she denied herself of, I see how her scars enrich and distinguish her appearance from others
I am looking at her reflection right now
I see the beauty in her hair, I see the authenticity of her body, her athletic talent and ability as well as her preferences. I look at her and i embrace her differences, I take care of her ,and I fall in love with her appearance and I appreciate her wholeheartedly, she left thinking to myself that if listen to the outside noise and the negative comments and act on these views, I would just be as bad as them.