Some mornings, I avoid mirrors.
Not because I hate what I see, but because I don’t recognize her. The stretch of skin, the curve of my stomach, the tired eyes.
I tell myself I should be grateful. Two babies. A good life.
But I’m still ready to accept new blessings. It could always be better too.
This isn’t vanity. It’s reclamation.
The slow, quiet decision to stop disappearing inside my own body.
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