9/6/12

“I am who I am”

She studied her face in the mirror. Plain. She was nothing special. Not a gem or a diamond. Not a feature that created harmony. She was no diamond; she did not sparkle. She was simply a rock, a pebble that lay at the bottom of the sea. Her eyes were a muted blue. A tint of gray, and muted with a hint of brown. Her eyelids; swollen, puffy, and red. Thick circles of flesh lay below her eyes. She had not slept in days. A band of bruised flesh surrounded her eyes. Sinking them into her skull.

Her skin was chalky, rough, and course. It was pale, no pigment to bring her to live. A corpse. Part of her skin had been chipped away; indentations in her face. Scars scattered her cheeks and chin. Dark stains of previous wounds.

Her nose was large, too large for her petite structure. It jutted out, and was crooked. It had been broken. Broken, and then broken again.  A large vein followed the break in her nose, created the vision to be drawn to it. It was the center view, the pillar that held the structure.

Her lips were pale. No rosy pink to be seen. The flesh was tight and cracked. Behind those lips lay shaved, chipped and cracked teeth. If she dared to smile you would see gaps of space between yellowed teeth. Those yellow teeth, covered in decaying food.

She was an emblem of ugliness. A definition of hideous. No one would speak to her, no one would listen, and no one would ever dare to look at her. Yet she would stare, and study her features. She would look at herself, and ponder. She was not afraid, she was not scared. She would whisper “I am who I am.” She was strong. She would suffer, yet she would not cry. “I am who I am”. She would stay there, gazing in her mirror; studying her face, her features, her identity. “I am who I am.” She would not leave, she would not be banished. She was strong. She would stay. She was beautiful.