I am mousey and small, though not in a charming sense.
Very average, a wallflower of sorts, terrified to speak.
When I think of myself, I think of pimples, tired eyes, and poor posture.
But not always.
Sometimes I like to think of myself as a goddess; kind and beautiful, yet strong and fierce.
All long legs, smooth curves, dagger eyes, and impeccable hair.
A well-loved queen with doting followers anxiously anticipating her every word.
Every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of this goddess in my reflection,
though she is foreign to me, living in the world in the mirror.
Sometimes I wonder if other people see her too.