belief

i stare at the black dress that hangs from my ceiling
it is beauty in the form of sheer black velvet
i am beautiful in it too
but i must forget what are flaws
rolls of flesh that should be solid
old scars, memories of both bad and good times
too many flaws
flaws that i must forget
i tremble as the dress slips over my skin
i expect to feel unworthy as I let my hair tumble over my shoulders
but as i open my eyes
and look into the mirror and beyond my flaws
beauty is not an expensive length of clothing
beauty is believing in me
and feeling free inside my skin