About me: before a full-length mirror. I run my fingers,
with their perfectly manicured pink fingernails,
down my sides, resting my thin hands on my hips. I
cock my head back and forth, making kissing faces
at myself in the mirror. I like myself. I love
myself. I am grateful for my life, and it shows. I
am radiant. I am She and, in the morning light,
dancing through the panes behind me and the lace
sheer, I am young and lovely. A few turns of the
cap and the room fills with the scent of lavender.
Creamy
