She Has them

She has them

rolls in the same places I’ve got them.

She has them,

and yet she lives as if they don’t exist

as if she nor the rest of the world can see them.

She is a mirror

offering an opportunity to see myself as I could be

She is free.

And I bet only I pick them out because 

it’s what I hate about myself. 

So why do I hate parts of me 

but praise parts of her 

that are the same

To see she is the same as me

sets me free.

She who I look up to 

has rolls just like me.