Some Days

Some days I look at myself in the mirror and 

it's easy to smile at my reflection. 

I like these days. 

I like today. 

When my blemishes don't bother me,

And the bags under my eyes don't 

weigh me down. 

These days, 

I'm not pretty, I'm not ugly. 

I'm just me. 

There are no jitters of anxiety, and no tension 

in my acne-ridden shoulders.

There is just me and my reflection staring 

back at me, no hate in her eyes because 

there was none in mine. 

It's one of those days today. 

The days when I'm at peace with myself.

I still don't know who I am without the pain but 

today it feels like I'm getting there. 

I like these days,

I like today.

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Written by - Rupnit Kaur

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