Tinted Vision.

When I look into a mirror, I don’t look at myself.  I look at my lips.  Red is the color of power and I am a slave to making sure they stay universally desirable.

When I look into a mirror, I don’t love the rest of myself.  I try to ignore that mauve has made a home for itself below my eyes.  Blue veins with green and violet branches cover my eyelids and hands in tangled, necessary system.  Taupe pockmarks from scratching bug bites when I was a child season my ankles and wrists.  Amber down sprouts in velvet crops beneath my spine and navel.  Gunmetal shadows fill the absence of flesh around my collarbones and cheeks.  A thin canvas of sallow skin pulls my colors together.

When I look into a mirror, I don’t always appreciate what I see.  I’m learning to love my colors and celebrate the painting that has and has yet to come.  Pinks and reds and nudes aren’t the only shades to admire.  Our bodies are rainbows, fleetingly beautiful and priceless.

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Tinted Vision.

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