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Mascara removed. Concealer undone.

It’s just you and I again.

Face to face.

Skin to skin.

I stare.

You meet my gaze and hold it.

I cower inside afraid of what you see.

Bare faced.

I have nothing to hide behind.

Nothing to enhance or diminish.

Every blemish on display.

Every flaw resurrected in its glory.

I stare at you.

You hold my gaze, unfazed at these

perceived deficiencies.

Unshaken by my inability to see past the outer man.

But you see.

You see past the fear in my eyes,

As dark circles are revealed once more, under my eyes.

You see past the tension that overtakes me,

As I sigh repeatedly during this ritual.

I guess my past struggle with insecurity, isn’t in the past like I believe it to be.

When everything is wiped away,

You see me.

And maybe that’s all I need to see as well.