My mom will not let me take a picture of her,
she says she doesn’t like the way she looks.
I tell her she is beautiful, but when my friends take
a picture of me, I tell them I don’t like the way I look.
I realize we are the same, two women
who deserve to hear over and over again that we
are beautiful. But even so, that it will take a lifetime
for us to feel content in our bodies, those that
gave life to a whole being, the one we held in our arms
and promised to never let even the tiniest hair touch.