Sunday, June 03, 2012
100 word diary ~ 3 June 2012
Most days, I don’t like my face. I don’t like admitting that. When I do, people think I have low self-esteem or I’m fishing for compliments. But it’s because most of the time, I don’t see my face but my mother’s. I appreciate her more now but I still don’t want to be her. I want to be me. I’m slowly getting that life is not about what I want. But today I looked at my face and loved it. Sunken half-moons under my eyes, shaky beginnings of crow’s feet, all of it. I smiled. And I saw myself smiling.