Why can't I see what they can?
Sitting
before the dressing table mirror with tears forming in my eyes and my
corset still unfastened, the swell of my ample breasts visible, I
opened my small battered compact and stared at the much smaller
reflection of myself, the reflection I still preferred.
Even
though I had been called beautiful, sexy, gorgeous and all the
positive things a woman loves to hear I still couldn't understand why
people used those words to describe me, because all I could see was
the man I used to be, not the woman I had sacrificed so much to
become.
©JSMorbius
I hope you enjoy my flash and visit all my friends who also have 100 words, based on the same image, to entertain you with.
7 comments:
So much emotion in so few words. I often wonder why we hate and hurt one another over such immaterial things.
Love the ending. Great twist.
Splendid, Julez. Women born as women ask themselves the same questions. It is the very basis of the cosmetics advertising business. Little do we realize that it is precisely what we cannot see that makes us beautiful and it is the same for your character. Great flash.
Oh, Julez, that was beautiful :-)
Great take on the flash Julez.
Love your take on the flash, Julez, and totally agree with Muffy. Things are seldom what we see.
WOW!! You def caught me in this story! I loved how you gave such strong emotions and urning. To be seen yet to know to everyone else you are different as they don't know who you are inside. Powerful! Great flash!
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