I can’t stop. I am constantly looking in the mirror. Some might call it vanity. others, the wiser ones, call it insecurity. I read Instyle magazines and yearn for the “perfect” something… everything. when really, I am perfect. Just the way that I am.A mirror might reflect an image, but it does not comprehend the being. I am who I am, not what I look like I am. (sometimes)
I want to love me. All of me, even and especially when I first wake up in the morning, or when I get out of the car that has no A/C in the Florida heat after driving around for hours… I want to LOVE me.
