Dark hair, shiny and lustrous.
New shoes, pinching my toes.
Black dress.
Lipstick. Red.
Perfume.
I’m feminine.
I’m beautiful.
I’ll no longer fear this woman inside of me.
Staring back at me from the glass.
I’ve decided today that I love her.
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i am 56…. you are doing fine !!
What an inspiring last line! Brilliant. I enjoyed your poem.
Thank you so much!