Look At You Now

She thought she knew herself, spent enough time staring in the mirror, every part of her dissected time and again.  She thought she knew what she wanted, and now fantasies that had been keeping her on her toes for years were all becoming reality.

So this was what she wanted, this was the safety and peace of mind, the home she had sought all along. The release, the cathartic experience she had been hoping for.

Except it seemed her head was filled with more doubts and questions than ever before. And no idea what the questions were, even.
But somehow he was finding answers.

And while she sat there, staring at herself with that blindfold on, it seemed she’d  never really looked very closely. At herself. This creature he’d drawn out was nothing like the person she remembered.

“Look at yourself,” he’d said when he’d put the blindfold on and walked away. And now it made sense. This wasn’t a shadow of the girl she used to be. This was a bright, raw and pure being, stripped down to something she’d not seen before.

Stripped to the person she had always been but couldn’t see in the mirror.

“Look at you now,” she whispered, slightly breathless, and a little smile appeared on her lips as she waited for him to show her more.