your eyes lock with mine.
which motivates your lips to smile.
you listen to what I say without making sense of my words.
but in that moment i’m enough as i am.
i’m more than enough because my face looks good in that moment that we talk.
my eyebrows are arched perfectly and my makeup is blended softly, concealing my biggest insecurity. my lips are lined and glossed and my face glows thanks to two hours that I spent prodding and poking behind my mirror that morning.
but now my words have substance.
the stares are warmer.
my friends are kinder.
he sees me.
my existence is acknowledged.