The hotel’s bathroom mirror tells me all.
So much I didn’t know about my body.
When did this happen?
If this is true,
this living image on the wall
and it must be, then I am not
the person whom I thought I was.
I am definitely new,
in that looking-glass
I go outside,
with this new image in my head.
There is a different, golden light.
Strangers’ eyes now recognize me
differently, but still as human
(I am somewhat relieved).
A new life is beginning.
I still am woman.
I still am me.