This mirror loves your eyes, like polished stones, and the way they catch and hold the light; the way they lie about their exact color, shifting and flickering like fish in a river, and the sweet way that they sit in your eyelids, like jewels in a fine setting. They sparkle with your intelligence, gems of the highest clarity.
This mirror loves the map of your skin. It loves the textures and travels, the lines of joy and movement and sorrow that it reads in your skin. It loves the story that your mouth tells, and it loves the secrets hidden in the corners of your lips, which give you so much of your beauty. It loves your beautiful human teeth, the hardest and toughest part of your body, because they are so perfect, so useful, so strong and fine and good. It loves the clever, architectural way that you’ve put together your curves with your angles, straight lines and swoops, in the presentation of this lovely piece of art – how intriguing, the shadow that lies under your eyes, and the line that runs down your nose, and the effect of the overall sculpture. What witty ears you have! And what interesting contours! This mirror also really gets your eyebrows.
I don't have big breasts -- or at least not as big as I'm apparently "supposed" to have, based on the sewn-in racks of the clothes that otherwise manage to fit the other parts of my body -- but I deeply appreciated Elodie's post, and not just because we went through the grueling and torturous process of bra-shopping this week. (High point: Finding a bra that fit, but in a smaller cup size than my measurements say I'm "supposed" to be, and then having the fitting person try to argue me into buying the larger, non-fitting size instead Because Numbers. *facepalm*)
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