Sometimes it gets hard to look in the mirror. It's hard to see the woman that stands in the reflection an claim her.
But every time she wakes up, she does. Every morning, evening or whenever she opens her eyes, she stands in front of the mirror and claims her reflection. All of it. Every part of her.
Because Natasha carved herself out of blood and sweat. She put her bones together like a puzzle and made herself anew.
She cared herself from what had been done to her, put herself together with stitching and shaking hands. She may not be proud of who she is but she is so, so much happier than with what who she had been.
She looks in the mirror, touches the glass, and smiles.
She is far better than any version of herself anyone else could have mad.e She is beautiful and she is fierce and she is proud.
And as she walks away from the mirror, her confidence unwavering, she knows she is almost happy with who she is today.
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But every time she wakes up, she does. Every morning, evening or whenever she opens her eyes, she stands in front of the mirror and claims her reflection. All of it. Every part of her.
Because Natasha carved herself out of blood and sweat. She put her bones together like a puzzle and made herself anew.
She cared herself from what had been done to her, put herself together with stitching and shaking hands. She may not be proud of who she is but she is so, so much happier than with what who she had been.
She looks in the mirror, touches the glass, and smiles.
She is far better than any version of herself anyone else could have mad.e She is beautiful and she is fierce and she is proud.
And as she walks away from the mirror, her confidence unwavering, she knows she is almost happy with who she is today.