Every once in a long, long while,
I will see myself
In the mirror - coming round the corner
in the bathroom
and I will think 'I'm pretty.'
Not
pretty if my hair would flip
or
pretty in the right light
or
pretty if I lost some weight
or
pretty for the less-discerning kind of guy.
Just pretty.

And then I seize up in
Fear.
Knowing that cannot possibly be true
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