Mother Nature’s Gift

Becoming a woman is hard. I wish I could be young again if only I don’t have to deal with these ‘big girl’ problems. Time is not forgiving. And so far it has not letting me forget my issues. Now that I’m older, body shaming is bad, but the damage for me is already done. I look in the mirror and I find myself disappointed, disgusted in fact. Tears well in my eyes, but the water can’t wash away my scars. Puberty scratched my breast, and nicked my sides. She smiles smugly at her definition of a beauty mark, even when it’s not what the magazines show. She sits on my shoulders, her tail fondly swishes my arms. Purrs in my ear, “What I’ve done is not a mistake.” I shake my head in denial. The mother of my problems is trying to console me. She jumps in my face. Her wings keeping her aloft as she caresses my cheek. 
“My dear, I have given you all that you need. You have all the components of beauty, it’s up to realize you are a vision. Not of repulsion, but allure.”
She wipes away my tears, and presses head to mine. “You are more than you could ever imagine. I just started the process, so you could eventually see what I see.” She points to the mirror. “You’d see what I see, if only you didn’t have that film over your eyes.”