I see her sometimes
Out the corner of my eye.
A half-seen flash
Of recognition.
I see her sometimes
As I walk down the street.
I turn my head
But she is not there.
I see her sometimes
Looking back at me,
And I wonder
Who does she see?
I see her sometimes
In my reflection,
And I wait for the day
When she is always there.
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Alex, this is incredibly beautiful and almost heartbreaking that you have to wait to see her there outwardly all the time when she is inside you all the time. The time will come. Blessings and friendship, Bird
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((Bird)) Thank you, my friend.
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I remember the feeling well, good luck on your journey!
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Thank you Steffi. ❤
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Tears for this–so simple, pure and honest. Glory to the day she is every present. ❤
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((Lori)) Thank you ❤
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It suddenly occurs to me this is true of any self-image even unrelated to gender, but definitely, for me, related to physical appearance. How many times have I spotted my reflection for real, and each time, with a shock, known for sure that she looking back at me sees only ugly! I despair of a day where she will see only me!
I hope with all my heart YOUR day has come or will very soon – you SO deserve it!xx
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Thank you — that is most kind. xx
A similar thought occurred to me too. My wife had extensive facial reconstruction following a serious assault many years ago and has never come to terms with the differences in her appearance. She describes herself as ugly and hates to look in mirrors. I believe there are parallels between gender dysphoria and body dysmorphia.
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