Steamy hot showers all end the same way: The mirror is completely foggy. The reflection of who used to be in there is now is either blurry or nonexistent. When you look in that foggy mirror you don't see your normal self which means that you have the self permission to be absolutely ANYBODY YOU WANT TO BE. . . ..that is until the fog begins to clear. . . . .
. the fog does not dictate your inability to be who you desire to be: You do. The reflection in the fogged mirror is in an aspiration and often times it causes us to overlook those parts of us that are crying to be acknowledged. Those scars we can't get rid of, those flaws that don't go easily unnoticed, the hyper-pigmentation, the freckles, the wrinkles and the burden to intently not cater to the beauty of any of the "defects" but the urge to mask them. I know you may be looking for the typical post about 'you're fearfully and wonderfully made, you're so beautiful, you're special, you're rare" blah blah blah. The truth is you are exactly who you feel you are in those moments when it's just you, yourself, and you.Good, Bad and/or Ugly. You are everything that you have convinced yourself that you could never be, but you have never taken the time to discover who you really are. Transparent moment: There are times when i feel like a gazillion bucks, "Caint nobody tell me anything" i look nice and i feel worth it all. Then there are the times when i just feel worthless: Like Bruhh Whet? why do you even look like this; you need to do better, why do i have so many moles, why is my neck this dark, why is my face so long, why can't i just look like HER? The "her" is not a physical person it is the person i feel like I am when i feel like I'm on the top of the world. She has it all together, she is successful, she in love and she is loved; she has no worries. These alternative feelings don't make me imperfect even as i cater to the imperfections. They make me humanly ME. My entire life i felt like she had a specific look but in all reality she had a peculiar spirit: a spirit that all i am too in-tuned with but one that i release it back into the mirror each time the fog clears. I am living and learning daily that the desire i have to be who I desire to be is not far out of reach and i don't need "potential" to become her. I AM her. I just have to stop convincing myself that the presence of a steamed mirror is the only time i have the permission to be her. I am beautiful with or without the steam of a mirror that "wrongfully, rightfully" dictates my beauty.