BEAUTIFUL ME

My face 
Is the only face I can ever remember
When I am not looking straight at it.
I can summon it to my brain at will 
I can picture the beauty
The perfect ugliness 
The arched eyebrows 
The sarcastic smile.
 I can spend hours examining every detail
With my eyes closed 
I can ponder the symmetry 
And every tiny spot
When I’m nowhere near a mirror.
On the bad days
I consider myself a disgrace 
To humankind 
But on the good days I wonder  
If it would be possible
To love myself any more
Than I do right now.