As the young women walks past the mirror, she stops and stares as if she’s seeing a different person. Is that the same girl? The day before she didn’t look too good.

Her body was not so perfect, her eye’s dripping tears, her hair all over the place. But, not today. Today she was seeing something different, her hair put in place,  no tears at this point because she was looking and feeling good, and her body looked better than ever to her. She stood there admiring everything about her body.

Hands on her tiny waist, admiring her narrow little hips, and perky little lumps she had as breast, she was in love with herself. If no one else thought so, she feel she was beautiful on the outside as well as the inside. The young woman was in love. In love with whom? Herself…And that young woman was ME.