Self Reflect

It was as if the face in the mirror belonged to a stranger, while the person who ought to appear remained in hiding.

Sometimes it seems like we’re all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It’s good to get really dressed up once in a while and admit the truth: that when you really look closely, people are so strange and so complicated that they’re actually…beautiful. Possibly even me.

But then I thought maybe it’s not that I’m more beautiful today. Maybe I was just as beautiful yesterday, only I lacked the self-esteem to recognize it.