I just looked at something. I mean really looked.
It kind of scared me.
But a gentle kind of scare.
A sighing scare.
An anything scare.
I looked at a window.
Not through a window.
But at a window.
The sun reflected off of it.
It hurt my eyes.
Ow.
I turned away
And then back.
There were trees
Floating
On the surface of the window.
The glass was cool
And soft.
Sweet.
I just looked at the water. Really looked.
Brow furrowed.
Eyes wide.
A concentrating stare.
Trying to make sense of the ripples and waves.
I just looked at myself.
Yes, I feel like everyone else sometimes.
I am ugly.
I am fat.
What is wrong with me.
But there are the times when I'm not.
When I'm exceptional.
When I'm Extraordinary.
And those are the times
When
I can feel my eyes smiling
I can feel them snake around my
round
round
round
round pupils.
I can feel the small dimple
Only one
On the left side of my face
Appear.
I can see how thin
my ankles
and wrists are.
The ones that make it so Phoebe can fit into NONE of my shoes.
(Even though we are the same size)
My big feet don't look big.
My eyebrows.
They are perfect.
I love my hands.
My fingers
and arms.
I love that sometimes I smirk and look almost like
Emma Watson.