Through My Sister’s Eyes

I wrote this for every woman who’s still learning to see herself with the same love others do.

Through My Sister’s Eyes
To see myself through my sister’s eyes
Would mean I am healed.
Maybe my wild, curly hair
Isn’t as ridiculous as I feared.

To see myself through her eyes
Would mean I feel loved—
Loved by me.
Finally free
To believe I’m enough.

If I could see what she sees,
I’d be proud.
I’d be loud.
I wouldn’t shrink to make room for doubt.

I wouldn’t care what others say.
I’d move through the world
Unapologetically.

If only I could see myself
The way my sister does…
Maybe—
I could love myself,
The way my sister does.