Her fingers brushed lightly over the angry red lines on her thigh. The touch up was healing worse than the original tattoo work had been, Sira suspected because her skin was still stressed from the first go and slower to heal. She never, ever thought that she would choose to mark her body with ink, something permanent that would never go away. There were many life-changing things she had done since coming to RhyDin that it just made sense to commemorate it on her flesh. She was the phoenix, but was she rising from the ashes or was she due to die again? She didn't know.
Standing in front of the full length mirror in a bathing suit she felt self-conscious and there was no one even there to see her. She'd been to the beach a couple of times already to go collect sea glass, but she hadn't gone swimming. The water was still too cold and that skimpy black two-piece was the first bathing suit she'd owned since....her honeymoon. She and Liam hadn't done any swimming then, either. She could still remember the things her girl friends had given her at her bridal shower....and oh god! The thing that Michelle had given her at her bachelorette party! Sira hadn't even brought the thing home, but it was barely more than strings with a couple of postage stamps.
She flushed at the memory, the color suffusing from her hairline all the way down her chest. Fanning herself, she tugged at the cups on her top, wishing for a millionth time that she had bought the modest one-piece that was practically a scuba suit. The girl at the shop had suggested the number she ended up buying, and the two more that sat on her bed. Those were a little better, an emerald green tankini and a black and red halter top that came with shorts that were shorter on than they looked like they should be.
Her eyes drifted back to her reflection. So far she hadn't managed to look at herself for very long. This was the reason she'd bought the bathing suits to begin with. She had started with just looking at herself fully clothed, and had slowly progressed to this point. For some reason the suits were easier than underwear, maybe because they were meant to be worn where people could see. Not that she would. Oh no, when she twisted around to take a look at her back she could see the curve of her....Oh. No.
After a moment she twisted back around to just stand there and....look. She'd tied up her hair in a messy bun to maximize how much skin she was showing. Never. Never had she really been comfortable in her own skin. That wasn't new in the slightest, but it had gotten magnitudes worse after her time with the Company. They'd used her shame to try and break her.
That shame only held her back. She knew it. How could she master herself if she couldn't even look at herself" There was no way she could control what was inside if she couldn't stand looking at her outside.
It's not like there's anything really wrong with her body. She was a good weight for her height, toned from daily runs, and even put on a bit of muscle from sparring with Garrett. She was....proportionate. Neither flat-chested nor top heavy. Her time in the sun was starting to show, a gradient on her arms and a little on her face. She'd have a farmer's tan soon from wearing sleeves, and just the tops of her feet. The rest of her was as pale as ever. Mostly unmarked except for...
There was a ding behind her that made her start. That was the alarm on her phone saying her two minutes were up. That's all it'd been" Really' It had felt like she'd been standing there for an hour. She dove for her phone to turn the alarm off and grabbed for the wrap she'd left there to throw on right away. But she let the diaphanous material slip from her fingers.
She took a step backwards from her bed and swallowed hard. There was sunlight streaming through her windows. It was a beautiful, warm day. She glanced again at her pale body, just able to glimpse herself in the mirror out of the corner of her eye.
There was new patio furniture waiting to be used up next to the beautiful pond outside her house. Why own a lounge chair if she's not going to lounge" Squaring her shoulders back with the stubbornness that usually had her running from things that scared her, she turned for her bedroom door and marched her almost-naked behind through her house and up her stairs and outside.
Now if only the universe would stop throwing trouble at her. It would make tackling her internal demons so much easier if she didn't have to worry about tangible ones without.
Standing in front of the full length mirror in a bathing suit she felt self-conscious and there was no one even there to see her. She'd been to the beach a couple of times already to go collect sea glass, but she hadn't gone swimming. The water was still too cold and that skimpy black two-piece was the first bathing suit she'd owned since....her honeymoon. She and Liam hadn't done any swimming then, either. She could still remember the things her girl friends had given her at her bridal shower....and oh god! The thing that Michelle had given her at her bachelorette party! Sira hadn't even brought the thing home, but it was barely more than strings with a couple of postage stamps.
She flushed at the memory, the color suffusing from her hairline all the way down her chest. Fanning herself, she tugged at the cups on her top, wishing for a millionth time that she had bought the modest one-piece that was practically a scuba suit. The girl at the shop had suggested the number she ended up buying, and the two more that sat on her bed. Those were a little better, an emerald green tankini and a black and red halter top that came with shorts that were shorter on than they looked like they should be.
Her eyes drifted back to her reflection. So far she hadn't managed to look at herself for very long. This was the reason she'd bought the bathing suits to begin with. She had started with just looking at herself fully clothed, and had slowly progressed to this point. For some reason the suits were easier than underwear, maybe because they were meant to be worn where people could see. Not that she would. Oh no, when she twisted around to take a look at her back she could see the curve of her....Oh. No.
After a moment she twisted back around to just stand there and....look. She'd tied up her hair in a messy bun to maximize how much skin she was showing. Never. Never had she really been comfortable in her own skin. That wasn't new in the slightest, but it had gotten magnitudes worse after her time with the Company. They'd used her shame to try and break her.
That shame only held her back. She knew it. How could she master herself if she couldn't even look at herself" There was no way she could control what was inside if she couldn't stand looking at her outside.
It's not like there's anything really wrong with her body. She was a good weight for her height, toned from daily runs, and even put on a bit of muscle from sparring with Garrett. She was....proportionate. Neither flat-chested nor top heavy. Her time in the sun was starting to show, a gradient on her arms and a little on her face. She'd have a farmer's tan soon from wearing sleeves, and just the tops of her feet. The rest of her was as pale as ever. Mostly unmarked except for...
There was a ding behind her that made her start. That was the alarm on her phone saying her two minutes were up. That's all it'd been" Really' It had felt like she'd been standing there for an hour. She dove for her phone to turn the alarm off and grabbed for the wrap she'd left there to throw on right away. But she let the diaphanous material slip from her fingers.
She took a step backwards from her bed and swallowed hard. There was sunlight streaming through her windows. It was a beautiful, warm day. She glanced again at her pale body, just able to glimpse herself in the mirror out of the corner of her eye.
There was new patio furniture waiting to be used up next to the beautiful pond outside her house. Why own a lounge chair if she's not going to lounge" Squaring her shoulders back with the stubbornness that usually had her running from things that scared her, she turned for her bedroom door and marched her almost-naked behind through her house and up her stairs and outside.
Now if only the universe would stop throwing trouble at her. It would make tackling her internal demons so much easier if she didn't have to worry about tangible ones without.