My hands grip the white porcelain sink,

painstakingly holding my body upwards.

My arms become rigid,

cutting a sharp angle as they bend my body forward.

My shoulders hunch,

gradually bringing my head closer to the mirror in front of me.

My lips press against each other,

creating a grim line that stretches across my face.

My nose is broad,

a reminder of things I can change but never will.

And my eyes,

eyes that stare

eyes that seek

eyes that probe

eyes that emote more than I can ever say with words

tell me that

“i am enough”

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