When Did You Last Truly See Your Own Eyes? A Quiet Moment in Soft Pink Light

You paid for filters… but I paid my soul to notice my own eyes at 6am.

No TikTok sparkle. No ‘booty’ as commodity.

Just me—barefoot on damp pavement—watching shadows cling to silk like poetry because my mother whispered: ‘Beauty isn’t posted. It’s paused.’

So when did YOU last see your eyes? Not your profile.

Not your likes.

But the way the light fell… and you didn’t even blink?

Comment below—if you remember what silence tastes like.