Blessings of Quarantine

I like myself more.

Looking in the mirror, I’m no longer filled with hatred.

Some days it comes through. Others, more often it’s content. I’m content.

I don’t hate what I see. Pick apart at what I’d wish to be different.

This unveiling of myself, has brought me home again. To me, without the mask. To me, uncovered.

Permission to be seen, amongst friends, colleagues, family. Not hiding myself, my age, not even the red spots on my chin.

This is not what I thought would become of quarantine. A guide, test, experience back home to me. 

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