you could remember it
if you try to.
as soon as you came
to sit beside me
i would've turned towards you
and never turned away
not even once
in the whole conversation.

you could've seen me
sitting with my chin on my palm.

you could've noticed me
avoiding side profiles
while taking group photos.

you could've guessed it.
if not then,
now you do.

i used to envy people
who take cadid pictures
looking at a distant side.

i have envied people
who smile with no care
of hiding their chin.

i have always wondered
what you think of my face
when we talk.

i have a protruding chin
and i've always been aware of it.

i have tried pressing it
against a hard surface
believing it would
make it even.

when relatives suggested
trying teeth braces
i readily caved in
for i hate myself that way.

but that was all before
i realised, i am beautiful.
i may not satisfy
everyone's protocols of beauty.
but i realised,
it doesn't matter.

i don't exert myself anymore
trying to hide my chin.
i, in fact, drew a poem
of my horizontal hill here
showing you what i have.
i don't fear what you might think.

no,
i don't love my 'shortcomings' already.
but i don't hate them anymore.
i realised, i am beautiful
even with my long jaws.
i realised i am beautiful in my eyes
and that is enough.
that is more than enough.