I look like my dad.
My mom looks like Audrey Hepburn,
with a dash of Twiggy thrown in
for good measure,
but I,
I look like my dad.
(My dad, for the sake of clarity,
looks nothing like Audrey Hepburn
or Twiggy.
He’s more the George Clooney type -
which is a great look for George Clooney
and for my dad -
but not
for a girl who wanted to look like
Princess Di,
or Cindy Crawford,
or Julia Roberts,
or Gisele…)
A woman now,
wiser now,
older now,
I look in the mirror and know that -
all things progressing as they usually do -
a time will come
when the mirror will be the only place
I will see his face.
And I hope,
when that time comes,
I can still remember
how to look at myself through those eyes
that knew I was beautiful long before I even knew my own name:
How to look
like my dad.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC
I look like my dad.
My mom looks like Audrey Hepburn,
with a dash of Twiggy thrown in
for good measure,
but I,
I look like my dad.
(My dad, for the sake of clarity,
looks nothing like Audrey Hepburn
or Twiggy.
He’s more the George Clooney type -
which is a great look for George Clooney
and for my dad -
but not
for a girl who wanted to look like
Princess Di,
or Cindy Crawford,
or Julia Roberts,
or Gisele…)
A woman now,
wiser now,
older now,
I look in the mirror and know that -
all things progressing as they usually do -
a time will come
when the mirror will be the only place
I will see his face.
And I hope,
when that time comes,
I can still remember
how to look at myself through those eyes
that knew I was beautiful long before I even knew my own name:
How to look
like my dad.
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