I wake from my deep slumber
Alarm sounding loudly
I rub the crunchies out of my eyes
I scratch my dry, dusty skin
My hair is in stringy tendrils
Half up but yet half down
My eyes are red and sore
As they adjust to the morning light
In my stained painter's pajamas
That drape loosely on my body
I look upon my reflection
A woman's body
Sprinkled with brown freckles
The sun's gift for enjoying nature
A stomach that doesn't lay quite flat
As a result of life's indulgences
And crow's feet that run along blue eyes
From years of laughter
No amounts of clothes or makeup
Could ever create true beauty
Embodying life itself
Is the only answer to true flawlessness