"Woman"
by
TheOzoneLayer
She looked in the mirror, and for once, saw beauty.
Her skin was warmer, a red hue covered her cheeks,
and her tan skin warm and almost liquid-like.
The lamp lit up the room dimly, but still she could still see beauty.
Her fingers pulled at the ends of her shirt, pulling it off of her body so that she could examine her bare belly.
She ran her hands around her stomach, even the small pouches of fat here and there,
but instead of pinching them she let her hands glide over the skin as if it were marble.
Still beautiful, even if her stomach looked nothing like washboard abs.
She pulled off her jeans then, slowly, rubbing her thighs against the other and feeling her skin like it was the first time.
Her hands passed over her thighs, and even then she didn't pinch the fat that hung on them.
She didn't want to ruin the beauty reflected in the mirror.
She looked at herself then, left in only her bra and panties, and smiled.
So this is what a woman looks like, she thought.