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Conversation with the mirror

Looked in the mirror and allowed her to speak. She noticed how just a glimpse of the sun has already affected my face. She spoke of tired eyes and a worn out dispositon. I told her enough but she quickly hushed me to silence. I listened again. She smiled as she reminded me that I am 40 but no one would know. I grinned. She told me to look at my wide hips, jelly belly and bossom and notice a real woman ....beauty. I giggled.

I wanted to turn away but she said no. My day had been rough. Love sometimes needs to come from within. No need to seek affirmation from others. The mirror said that I need to see the Rhonda God loves and has made perfect. She saw my inner strength blazing through my brown eyes when I could only see as dark circles and aging eyes.

She said to close my eyes and just inhale. Breathe. You are alive and with life there is hope. She told me the embrace my sensuality as a gift to next one who will come to love me. He will be blessed with tender kisses, passion and the fulfillment of his fantasies. I am that woman she said. Love her. Some women want to be what you are. They want to be the mother, temptress, business woman, activist....a woman who so willingly provides love and support to others.

She reminded of my open heart that I've received from my mother. She smiled as she spoke of The Kid. She told me to be proud of the daughter that is at the dawn of womanhood. She said, "good job". My heart was full.

The mirror smiled and I smiled back. She said to enjoy, just simply enjoy whatever, whoever comes. Embrace friendships wholeheartedly. Love without ceasing.

Be authentically Rhonda without apology.

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