By Diane
When I look at my reflection, all I see are the bags under my eyes. I’ve carried these bags my whole life. Looking at pictures of myself as a toddler I see them, small but there. Maybe they’re a remnant from a past life, spiritual baggage manifesting physically. If I had them surgically removed would part of my consciousness, my soul, what makes me who I am, also be removed? That’s a risk I’m not willing to take. However much I loathe how they look, I like who I am.
So I’ll keep carrying these bags. I’ll keep smiling at my reflection. And I’ll keep loving the person who smiles back.