Picking Myself Apart

Keep scrolling…looking. At every picture. Study the rounds of her soft brown eyes, cheekbones, hips. Look at her. Silky caramel skin. The smirk that caught your attention. 

Beauty unmatched.

But I see more. I see imperfections. I see pain. I see fears, doubts, shaken confidence and a desire to love without the harsh reality of disappointment.

 I can’t help but wonder what you see. If you see anything at all. 


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