Warped Reflections...or are they?

There she is. I really didn’t think she would look so...misshapen. It’s almost appaling how all her curves are in the wrong spots, wonky and out of place. Her stomach protrudes more than her breasts, or rather more than her right breast. They are terribly uneven, as is the rest of her. Asymmetrical. Her smile, her hips, and even her eyebrows have a certain warped distinction. Maybe I’m being too critical of her, I doubt she even sees all of these flaws on her person.

The look in her eyes says otherwise, along with that downward twist dancing on her lips, she knows very well of her appearance. She is too critical of herself, the poor thing. Regardless of what she may see and what I see as I stare back at her, she isn’t too bad. Her eyes hold a sparkle of hope...I have no idea what for because she is still a horrendous mess. I know you just woke up but quit blankly staring and comb that bird’s nest down! She is definitely a piece of work but the final product will always be exactly what it needs to be. It works out. She can be pretty, too.