sometimes
when i'm looking in the mirror
i see what i want to see
sometimes
when i'm studying the paunch
or clip unwanted hair
i see what they tell me to see
yet here
if only for an hour
i breathe no air
i taste no sweet or sour
i feel no warmth of touch
but for those precious moments
i look not in at a reflection
but out onto a masqueraded landscape
and more than see what i want to see
or see what i am told
i become what i most truly am
the me inside my skin
beautiful
and free
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