When she looks at her image she never sees what I see-
light brown hair in that in-between
chaos that is: not spiky short
and not long and silky
soft figure-curves and angles where she sees only lbs.
shiny eyes-bright crystals
hanging from a summer rearview mirror (a prism
small hands tugging at sleeves
-tougher than she looks
If she could ever see herself through my eyes she would surely blush- I'm pretty ?
You'd never know by asking her.