That First Glimmer

…that first glimmer of compassion for myself… ~ Miranda O Confident, you think? You judge me respectable? I grin to myself, relieved to have fooled you, pulled it off. I can certainly tell you my talents, my brags, my aptitudes if only to keep you eyes averted from all the weakness, from ineptness, from incompetence. Mostly, I just hope you’ll look away, see someone else, move along. Why do you think I dress plainly, bland, disparaging bling? But wait. You don’t care. I tell you the worst, and you love me, admit to such atrocities, to being like me… You love me no matter who I am. And comprehending that, I begin to discover it’s not all show… I do have value.