Sometimes, I look in the mirror
I see myself, but, she looks different
She has changed.
With full cheeks and some flesh sticking out from her tummy
She wears less make up
She dresses decently
Her hair is the natural mess she's always had
It's not straightened, not a single strand
She now wears it in a messy bun
She lets it loose from time to time
She isn't well kept anymore
Is this for the better or for the worse?
Has she just stopped caring for others validation?
Or has she just accepted that she will never equal up to those who are effortlessly pretty?
Has she finally accepted herself?
Or is she just hiding behind the facade of 'I don't care anymore '?
Has she become wiser?
Or just pretending to have everything put together?
Has she truly become happy?
Or is she just silently withering away...