Who is that?

Who is this glaring back at me in the mirror?

I do not recognize her.

With eye bags so dark they look like bruises.

Her belly is no longer flat and her ass is no longer high.

Hidden behind clothes a size to big.

Her posture is horrible and her hair even worse.

Stress getting to her as wrinkles appear on what use to be smooth spots on her face.

Disgusting.

He walks over to me barley reaching my waist.

With warm hands and a firm grip he hugs my thigh.

Heart steadies. Quivers quit. A smile appears.

Looking in the mirror again and realize.

I recognize her now. With him by my side.

It’s me. I’m perfectly imperfect. I’m exhausted. I’m love. I’m a mother. But because of him.

I’m me.