Body
As I clean the mirror with the side of my palm after my bath. I try to look myself in the eye. I notice the threadlike curl sullenly bouncing behind my earlobe leaving the messy bun behind. I caresse the baby hair on my forehead and try to adjust them with my hairline but fail to do so. I can’t help but notice the marks left behind by the pimples who promised me to leave as soon as the season changes. I make faces looking in the mirror and unknowingly look into the eyes.The eyes which avoid connecting with other people’s eyes, who act like a window to my soul if someone stares at them for too long. Then the baby chin I hated and can’t tell you how many face exercises I did to get rid of it. But these days…
I wonder how comfortable I am getting with my body with each day passing by. How I am treating my skin, nails, hair with utmost care these days. After a long time of disrespecting it, I am giving my body the nourishment it deserved. And I don’t need the photographer to take portraits of my side face to understand my features anymore. Standing here, making faces, each curve of my body is resembling the crescent moon for me. And I am excited to see how my body changes & grows with me just like the phases of the moon.