Tuesday January 17th - 5:51pm.
Have you ever sat in front of a mirror and analyzed your being, picking yourself apart or is it just me? I paint the same picture in the mirror every morning and try to name it beautiful but somehow the name never sticks. There are so many things about myself, physically and characteristically, that I would like to alter, some unchangeable, others obtainable. Baby steps right? I’m slowly learning, working on these aspects to mold myself into a better version of me. But the key word here is slowly. I know these changes cannot happen over night as much as I would like them to but I can’t help but find this slow process discouraging. I have this image of who I am and I hold it against the image of who I want to be and I feel so far away, as if I am seeing me through someone else’s eyes wondering if I will ever get there. Will I ever get there?
