Hidden Reflections

My eyes do not see what the world sees when they look into a  mirror.

They see more; more than the soft curves and pendulous breasts,

they see a timid soul hiding from herself. Afraid to shed the armor of flab that protects her

because it ensures soft landings.

My eyes do not see what the world sees when they look into a mirror.

They see less;

Less than the round of my face and the folds of my belly.

They only see the woman inside who is patiently waiting, hoping, wondering when she will be free