This is when she's at her most beautiful. When she’s not aware. Relaxed. Because it's too early for her anxiety to start gnawing. Or the day to start demanding. She catches my eye and I wink. Brief moments are most precious.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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