Ahhhh

The whole world is a work in progress.
Belinda smiled as she rose from her bed. She woke up and washed her face and took a nice moment to yawn before she brushed her teeth. She looked in the mirror and stared at herself, but only briefly.
After a cheerful grin shared with her reflection, she reached over for her toothbrush and neatly squeezed some toothpaste onto the bristles. Minty fresh and light blue to boot. What a wonderful morning!
Brush, brush, brush and gargle, gargle, gargle. Just another day in the easy, breezy world of Belinda.
But life wasn’t always that easy for Belinda. As a child, Belinda suffered much torment and teasing from the other kids at school. You see, Belinda was born with a rare, one-of-a-kind disease that consisted solely of one symptom: upon birth, she was born incomplete. She wasn’t born prematurely, nor was she unhealthy or at risk of anything fatal. To be sure, she was quite fit. The only thing wrong with her, per se, was that she was only half complete. What this meant is, well, take a look see for yourself. Belinda was half in color and half in black and white. One may think that they had gone half colorblind while looking at her, but that would only be half true.
Oh, the jokes and mocking she endured. How pitiful and cruel the world can be. But Belinda trudged on, paying no mind to those who had made her feel less than throughout her childhood.
All of that was behind her. That was then and this was now. Belinda had come to terms with her condition and was through with feeling sorry for herself. A half-colored in face was just the right amount. Half-blanked out was perfect too. She thought about the larger-than-life meaning her disease bestowed unto her and she grew thankful. She was thankful that at such a young age she learned that nobody is in fact complete. Everyone is in some shape or form incomplete. Well, her shape and her form revealed her fragmentation, but it was a physical partiality. What others saw of her was simply evidence of what existed, or half-existed, in everyone. It was a beautiful lesson learned.
So, this morning when she woke up, smiled, yawned, stared, washed and brushed, Belinda took a moment to share a thought with her reflection: she was a sketch; a work in progress, but art nonetheless.
She pulled her cheeks with her index fingers and let out a gentle ‘ahhhhhhhh…’