Because I recognize the person I was pretending to be for so long.
Because my inner beauty is sacred and sharing it is scary.
Because I hardly leave the house.
Because my lover tells me I'm beautiful anyway.
Because of the reflection, literally.
Because I maybe I won't look so damned tired.
Because then I'm more than a mother.
Because it's just mascara and lipstick.
Because I don't have to. Because I want to.
Because then people are surprised at how well I'm doing.
Because I can hide how much I have to do.
Because I can look busy, important.
Because babies don't care.
Because for a moment, I feel like another kind of woman.
