I softly gazed into the bathroom mirror for a moment.
I noticed the grays in my hair,
how long it had grown,
my face and its developing age.

 

Graceful, I say.

 

I let my hair down,
flowing in waves to my waist.
Without hesitation, I begin to braid,
each section given its own name.

 

One strand for safety,
two for joy,
three for gratitude
for every day that came before.

 

I dab on my new moon oil perfume,
wash my face,
and oil my skin.

 

There’s glitter on my legs
and within.

 

I gaze into the mirror once more
and smile at the woman staring back at me.

 

Man, she looks so happy