On My Smile
Whenever I smile only the left side of my face creases. Every time I smile the left part of my lip curves up, my cheek in tow – all while the right half of my face stays the same. I’ve beat myself up looking in the mirror about it, and I’ve also fixated on it in photos I’ve taken of myself. I for some reason don’t feel that bad about it anymore. It’s a little quirk my body has, and in a weird way, I can somewhat fall in love with that part of me.
Maybe the things I considered flaws could be good. Sure a smooth stone is nice but a chipped crystal creates the most beautiful rainbows.