Falling in Love with My Reflection.
A deep gaze into the mirror your entire body revealed. Your own eyes, your nose, your lips, your hair, your hips… every line, every curve. You notice the traces of body dysmorphia, even if it lingers only in one or two details you resist.
And then, something shifts.
You become aware of the power you hold, of the beauty you truly embody. Time has touched you, shaped you like wine, your body has absorbed the world, its weight and its sweetness, and from it, it has blossomed into something richer, fuller, more deliberate. Youth has not vanished; it remains etched into you, but deepened, textured, transformed.
This realization stirs something beyond the physical. It awakens the mind.
You begin to appreciate your body more with each passing day the way it carries your years, your experiences, signing them gently into your skin. There is more grace now, more sensuality, a quieter, more grounded beauty.
And in that reflection, you feel it: a growing passion, a tenderness, a form of desire directed toward yourself.
You love this feeling the way you can look at your own body with kindness, with longing, with pride.
