A Whole-Ass Human 7

Motherhood, survival, and the mirror that never lies~Are You Fking Kidding Me?~

Steam curls upward from the faucet as the first rush of hot water fills my cupped palms, heat biting at my skin before settling into a deep, slow comfort. I bend forward, submerging my face into the pooled warmth, the water sliding over my cheeks and into the corners of my eyes, muting the world into a muffled hiss.
When I straighten, drops cling to my j…