The second look.
There's a first look in the mirror. Fast, critical, a checklist.
Hair. Skin. That thing you always notice.
And then there's the second look.
The one you take on your way out, half by accident, in a shop window or a lift door.
That's the honest one.
No checklist. Just a woman walking somewhere with intention, coat moving, mind already ahead of her.
Learn to trust the second look.
The first is how you inspect yourself.
The second is how the world actually sees you.
It's usually kinder. It's usually right.
~TCOTBH
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