I locked eyes with a goddess.
Her hair was disheveled, her face imperfect.
Brown roots grew into her golden tresses.
Sweat gleamed on her body,
pollups of white skin fell over her waistband.
Her shirt was soaked, her stance shaky.
But her eyes were determained,
her power certain.
Strong and female,
beautiful and flawed.
The goddess I marveled,
was my own reflection.