Comfort

I look into the mirror,
And I see a person, very different,
from who I thought she was.
I see a person, who has different aspirations,
dreams, ideas, perceptions, sensitivities.
I looked her in the eye, confronted her,
Asked her, what the reason was,
for the metamorphosis. The revelation.
Do people change so much,
that they can't recognize themselves?
That the mirror seems deceitful to them?
That they look at their past,
and delve into a different reality,
a better life, the hope for a future.
Why is it that I could never imagine,
turning into this person I am now,
being comfortable in this skin,
that was once a distant.
The new me seems insubstantial, to some,
But remains real, to me.
I have learnt to love and cherish this being,
no matter what, no matter how.
I am fortunate to be in this body,
for  now, and for always.