The Self-Portrait

The Self-Portrait

You envy her.

Red lips drawn within the lines. Winged black eyeliner that never smears. Lashes longer than extensions you have ever seen. Size 0 waist that is never bloated and always cinched in with an empire waist. Platinum curls rustled into place that reflect any lights that happen to be shining on them.

China patterns that match the centerpiece. Orchids that match the centerpiece. Words always said with grace. Grandma’s recipes served just right. Always on time to work, always on time to church. Dog groomed once a month.

You don’t hear the voices of ghosts from her childhood insisting that every monogrammed napkin be placed just right. You don’t hear her being told she can’t taste the Christmas cookie dough because she’s five pounds heavier after her first semester of college. You don’t see new clothing purchases being rejected because she needs to just lose weight and always fit into her size 0 to be worthy of anyone. You don’t hear the screaming from bringing one 90 percent home on a test, instead of a 95 percent.

Don’t you see? She would kill to have your curves, to have her lipstick smeared by someone’s kiss. For once, she would like to have her curls messed up by a motorcycle helmet. There are secrets she would like to tell. Her ideal Sunday service is in the woods with just nature, God and a dog she doesn’t have to get groomed all of the time.

Stop envying her prison. Help her break out.

<3 M.

The Ransom Note

The Ransom Note

The Photos Worth Keeping

The Photos Worth Keeping