I may love myself
I saw myself dancing after a long time. I saw my reflection in the curtains. The light from the drawing room fell at an angle, piercing the darkness of the dining area. The silhouette clearly appeared across the curtain, across from me, to see how happy I seemed. I was happy because my shadow looked happy. I was fascinated by how happy I was. The alliteration of happiness was building up inside me, mostly because I am yearning to yell out the reason behind this. I have a beautiful body. Do you know who said this to me? I am beautiful, do you know who said that? It is only now that I know I am beautiful. I am so beautiful, I blush at the sight. My hair is puckered into a messy bun, they would say. But that is the only way my hands know to keep my hair tied. My hands are messy, unskilled, but they only add to my beauty. The chaos everywhere foments me. I was swaying to romantic French music. I don't know what is that called. It played in the background on my phone...