My image of my self is often warped and unyielding. In my minds eye my face is always far less round and my hair not so wildly unkept.
Today I am almost startled at my real reflection when I caught a glimpse of my face in the train window.
I quickly went back to pretending to read my book as I felt like I wasn't the only one concerned about my looks this morning.
He was 3 rows behind me but I could feel him staring a hole in my head.
As he walked past to exit the train he said "Hey beautiful why so sad?"
I didn't have enough words to explain and he didn't have enough time to listen.
So I just feigned a grateful smile and nodded. "I'm ok."
He didn't believe me.
And neither did I.
~asabi
Today I am almost startled at my real reflection when I caught a glimpse of my face in the train window.
I quickly went back to pretending to read my book as I felt like I wasn't the only one concerned about my looks this morning.
He was 3 rows behind me but I could feel him staring a hole in my head.
As he walked past to exit the train he said "Hey beautiful why so sad?"
I didn't have enough words to explain and he didn't have enough time to listen.
So I just feigned a grateful smile and nodded. "I'm ok."
He didn't believe me.
And neither did I.
~asabi
1 comment:
Hush! You're beautiful!
I know the feeling though...particularly the unkempt hair part as of late. I make a note to not judge myself to harshly in metrorail windows and in ladies' room lighting. Why? Because it's unflattering--even to the Angelina Jolies of the world.
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