when i look in the mirror, i see a woman who is bruised inside. i see the reflection of a stranger...with an expressionless face and eyes tentatively looking back at me. i can fathom a person who is trying her best to be preoccupied with work to bury her grief.
people like this woman in the mirror. they see her beauty...her brains...her fire.
men desire her. women want to be her.
but why?
who is she?
one of these days...i will appreciate what other people see in her that i had stopped seeing. someday soon, i will get to know her again and feel that the woman in the mirror is really me...
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