#Bloganuary – Day 26th – Loving Myself.

What is your favorite part about yourself?

January 26th prompt

Is it just me or does this question sound ‘off?’ 26 posts done, 5 more to go. Woohoo!!!

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“Wake up in the mornin’, feelin’ like P-Diddy,” John sang along to the tune from 2009 as he skipped to the bathroom.

He had been waiting for that day for a very long time. It was the day when everything would change for him. He would finally put the past behind him and start a new life.

John flicked on the light switch in the bathroom and positioned himself in front of the mirror. Sudden onset of vertigo as he straightened caused him to grip the marble vanity top with great force. His knuckles turned white.

“… Drop top and playin’ our favorite CD’s
Pullin’ up to the parties…”

While Kesha’s Tik To still played in the bedroom, John was no longer in the bathroom. Instead, he found himself back in 2009, in Maya’s living room, listening to the mix-CD she had made for him and waiting for her to get ready. Only she had a different idea.

“I think we’re better off as friends,” she said matter-of-factly as she came down the stairs.

At first, John was so focused on how she looked that night – she wore form-fitting jeans showing off her ass-ets and a silver-colored top with a plunging neckline giving a preview of the C-cups peeking out from underneath – that he did not hear what she had said.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” Maya asked as she locked the door behind him.

“Huh? What?” he asked for clarification.

In the car, he kept asking her why she was breaking up with him until she finally told him that there was someone else she liked more. Apparently, she had had a crush on Mike for a few years, but he had never made her feel like anyone more than a friend. Until that night when Kelsey called and told her that Mike liked Maya, too.

John spent most of that night on auto-pilot, detached from the party going on around him. At the end of the night, he drove Maya home and reassured her that he was fine and would love to be ‘just friends’ with her. He cared for her and wanted her to be happy, is what he told her then.

But, once home, John realized that he was not OK with any of it. Not with Maya and him being friends and definitely not with Maya dating Mike.

Mike had it all – the looks, the money, and the charisma – which made him a hit with the ladies. Most of those things did not come naturally to John. While he did have the personality – based on the number of female friends he had always had – he struggled with the rest. His parents were poor, so any money he did have came from the odd jobs he took on in his spare time between classes. Ever since he could remember, he had always felt self-conscious about his oversized nose and relatively small eyes. When Maya – the prettiest girl in the whole university – had agreed to be his girlfriend, John was ecstatic and began to believe that even someone like him could have it all. Mike would have to enjoy second-best.

But that night that Maya broke up with him, something in John snapped. In addition to envying Mike, he also began to hate him. He hated Maya, too. How could she not see that John was the better choice? He figured she was just as superficial as every other girl he had met in his life. He needed to teach the whole world a lesson on respecting human beings despite their looks or socio-economic statuses, and he would begin with Maya and Mike…

“One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four…” John repeated about ten times before he ran out of breath and then began to breathe iiiiiiiiiin and ooooooooout. Slowly. Controllably. His knuckles began to relax, and his vertigo subsided.

The final exaggerated exhale came out with a whoosh. He was ready.

It had been about nine months since John’s surgery. He had given it extra time just ‘in case.’

John took hold of the dusty fabric covering the mirror and pulled it off decisively. What he saw was better than what he had hoped for. Looking right back at him was the most handsome man he had ever seen – large, piercing blue eyes, a normal-sized nose, full, but not too-full lips. And all that framed by a raven-colored mane.

It was finally time to get Maya back.

When Mike died – not without help from John – Maya agreed to donate his face to someone who had recently suffered major chemical burns to the face. All the formalities were handled anonymously. Maya had no idea that the recipient of the transplant would be someone she had known, let alone be aware of his involvement in her husband’s death or the fact that John had burned himself on purpose.

She was bound to fall in love with the person wearing her dearly beloved’s face.

Stay golden,

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