I awoke a typical summer morning,
with the clock on my wall marking past twelve,
the sun on my window reflected brightly on my face,
I could feel the acid in my stomach slowly burning,
making every bit of saliva in my mouth hard to swelve,
taking away from my appearance what I have left of my grace.
Slowly I dragged my aching body towards the bathroom mirror,
and resting my palms against the sink I simply stared at my reflection,
scanning my scars, my messy hair, and traits that no one will notice,
slower than steady my eyes start getting clearer,
and I begin to pay attention to all my perfect imperfections,
and the fact that the things that make me beautiful,
are the ones that nobody will ever see,
nobody but me.