Look Closely

It’s her. It’s always been her.

The beauty amongst the rubble, the ugly shining through the perfect.

Shattering the anticipation of what “should be” with only the ability to be what she is.

Look closely. Do not pass judgement based on what you think you see or think you know. She is not any of that.

She’s loud. The edges are rough. The surfaces are smooth. She’s tender and aggressive and bold and shameful. She does not look and feel like the others. And that is where the beauty is.

Most importantly she’s unexpected.

It’s me. It’s always been me.