getting physical
quick glance in the mirror
shivers down the spine

my chin has earned his double
my hair unruly and wild
years gone by without warning

youthful looks flew out the wind
the days of Twiggy over
new era of Michelin uninvited

yet my hopes are high
the fog on the mirror
hid undesired details

today more than ever
I look straight into my eyes
bowed into a shy smile

my heart comes up racing
inside the head a small voice
at first unsure and wavering

in the words of Louise Hay
it whispers words of self love
appreciation and forgiveness

worthiness replaces uncertainty
contentment makeups all imperfections
blended with warmth and joy

beauty is a state of mind