Standing in front of the mirror
Disgust was not an alien feeling to her
Questioning her existence, as tears streamed down her face
She had never thought heartbreak could do this.
Love, incomprehensible to her
Yet she herself decided to give it a chance, give him a chance
And yet both betrayed her
Leaving her exposed and in desolation.
She was afraid of love
Afraid of opening up to the wrong person
And getting heartbroken
She took a leap of faith.
Wishing to go back in time
Wishing to have never met him
Wishing to have not fallen in his trap
And yet she wished for all this.
Couldn’t be broken.
Picked herself up from the floor
Dried up her tears
Stared at her reflection
Felt an unusual emotion bloom in her chest.
What she felt could only be termed as love
Disbelief was prominent on her face
An unfamiliar emotion had overpowered the emotions felt previously
Liberation was felt to her core
Liberation from the disgust towards herself
Acceptance of her imperfections
Embracing herself she whispered,
“I am enough.”