Woman Undefined

She stared at her naked self examining all of her that makes woman beautiful. The curves, the softness, the dark flowing hair cascading down her back. Her fingertips gently glide over her skin examining the parts of her she should know so well by now, but clearly did not know at all. How do you define the essence of a woman?

Child baring hips that will never bare a child

She felt hollowed out. Something taken from her so many others take for granted. Was she even a woman at all? And if not, how else could she identify herself? These were questions no one could fully answer, least of all herself. Her heart would never be as full as it could have been in another world where her fate had laid out a different path. In her own body's betrayal she lost a hope within a dream within a destiny that would never be.