Looking at yourself through a mirror is not the same as looking at yourself through someone else's eyes. You may never get that opportunity; to see how you are in the eyes of someone else. Even the closest, watching yourself through a camera, can prove to be a surreal experience for those who have never experienced it. You suddenly realize how you hunch, or how ungracefully you move about a room. You realize your eyes are not as round as you see them, you realize that your voice is decidedly different than how you hear it. You look more/less confident than you always thought, you realize all the body issues you had were ridiculous/worse.
But sometimes, you get lucky. You find those that don't care if your tummy has an extra pinch of yum to it. You find those that don't snicker at your lack of grace, those who are with you because of who you are, and to them, you are great. Not perfect, but perfectly imperfect. And they miss you not for your few perfections, but for your various imperfections. And they hang on to you not because you are strong, but because together with them, all of you become stronger. They poke and prod you because they like to see you shine bright. And in return they shine their bright colors.
In that moment, I was happy.
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