Breathe

I breathe in

The air today tastes like strawberries

Proof that my body is still real

That, with all you took, you could never make me in your image

She says, “Give yourself permission to see people as they are”

I breathe out

I see you for the first time

And realize I never have before

You make yourself into a mirror

But you will no longer distort my reflection

And my voice is not yours to keep

I breathe in

And I begin a story.