She stopped taking notice of herself,
Avoiding mirrors and doing the bare minimum 
To make herself half presentable.
She stopped wearing make up
And taking care of her body,
Finding ways to blend in
With the walls
And the trees.
She wanted to be unremarkable
Like the pavement.

Under her clothes, she suffered
In many invisible ways.
The person that made her beautiful
Was no longer there.
She could no longer look
Into his eyes
And see her beauty reflected.
She had to find a way
To see it for herself,
On her own.
Not in the mirror,
But in her heart.


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