I stare at my reflection and recognize, All the things I used to hate about my irrelevant being. Pale skin and freckled cheeks. I see my self at the age of 7, Applying thick layers of lotion on my skin. Hopping they would disappear. I smile as I take a look At my fun-sized body. Walking in my mothers heels When she wasn’t home. Hopping someday I would grow. I get closer and gaze into my eyes. Crazy shaking, boring brown. I used to draw my self, Wanting still watery eyes. I spot the scars on my skin, Trying to hide them under my skirt on my first date. I am mid twenties now, And I stare at my reflection. I recognize my father in my freckles, I feel 153cm of fun in my body, I see sunlight And Written pages in my eyes. I relive memories with every scar. I learned to love, But please teach me now... How to love the growing pain And my deeply scared soul. How to love the drunk girl In ***** clubs. How to love the person, I try to bury every night.