he said he wasn't
attracted to me. it hurt, i admit.
i did that girly cliché of staring
in the mirror pulling at skin
& peering at pores. there is so much
that can be wrong with a girl, & he made
the wrongs seem heavier, bigger.
but truth always comes when we listen to
our own deepest words, sentiments
that speak quiet but persistent. & when i
took the time to listen, i heard
what i already knew:
i am exquisite,
i am enchanting,
i am attractive,
but only to the wise.
& ultimately, this
is the best kind of attractive
to be.
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