Sixty Seven.
I've spent the better part of my life battling with the reflection I see in the mirror. I wonder if I'll ever grow out of that. Seems that should have happened by now, right? I mean, I'm thirty two years old. I have this sinking feeling that the fact that I'm still fighting what I see means that I'll always be fighting what I see. I know what's inside of me. I love what's inside of me. But my relationship with my outer shell has always been a rocky one.
Sixty Seven.
I've spent the better part of my life battling with the reflection I see in the mirror. I wonder if I'll ever grow out of that. Seems that should have happened by now, right? I mean, I'm thirty two years old. I have this sinking feeling that the fact that I'm still fighting what I see means that I'll always be fighting what I see. I know what's inside of me. I love what's inside of me. But my relationship with my outer shell has always been a rocky one.