Sweet Reflections, Calif.–’round midnight, Pamper-Her-Friday:
She hated her hair while growing up.
Much too thick for her wishes; too coarse; too woolly.
Just too damn nappy for her self-acceptance.
Fed by a constant bombardment of eurocentric beauty aesthetics on TV, online,
and in the workplace, the insecurity has remained with her through the years, lurking there in the gray matter of her psyche, messing with her self-esteem and -image.
The mirror could never befriend her–she wouldn’t allow it.
And then she met him.
His is an even thicker, coarser, more nappy coiff than what reflects in her mirror.
“Touch it,” he encourages her. “Go ahead, it won’t bite,” he softens her obvious reluctance. “Cotton candy times three,” he jokes, “but without the fingersticky.”
She finds herself at ease as each hand, their fingersearch mining a fur forest,
sinks into the woolly mass.
She likes. A lot actually.
He returns the curiosity, enveloping swaths of her locks with his palms and stroking them with caring fingers.
He likes. He loves actually.
He embraces her, then takes her hand and leads her to his door mirror, standing behind her slightly nervous body image, his arms coiling her midriff.
“Look,” he directs her. Her head remains angled, eyes toward the floor. He gently lifts her chin as her tepid eyes finally meet the looking glass. “You are especially beautiful, woman. God has a way with art. Each of us is his own version of a masterpiece, never to be duplicated.”
He sinks his face into her hair, inhales its natural fragrance, and squeezes her warm body more snugly in his arms. A smile adorns his face that reveals itself to her in the reflection glass.
She studies the mirror’s content–like never before.
What would have been a glance in times past, became a lingering gaze, with a smile of her own coming on.
For the first time, a mirror was no longer foe.
And it welcomed two kindred ‘heads’ and souls on a sweetly intimate
A Higher Romance. -Rg2
© 2012 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2™