Wednesday, April 15, 1998

How I transformed myself

I walked smartly down the corridor,
and from the corner of my eye
I inspected my reflection
In the reflecting glass wall
overlooking the runaway
at Sahar airport.

All around me,
people were dressed in their best,
and looked beautiful.
(After all, they were travelling abroad.)

Only I was ungainly,
too fat,
and my stomach protruded.
What a strange, unattractive gait I  had!

Then I thought – 
let me pretend
that the reflection is someone else,
that the woman in the glass wall
is a stranger.

Suddenly I saw
the woman in the glass wall

She was beautiful and appealing
and even glamorous.
and I felt much better.

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