Storm

My cat, Storm, loves treats. I throw them and she runs after them like a dog. She is beyond cute. Treats are the only way I can eat without her begging. Of course, now she begs for treats.

Mirrors

Do you really look at yourself in the mirror? I have spent most of my life just looking to see if my hair was standing up strange or to pop a zit. I never really looked in a mirror. With all sincerity, I never made a conscious thought that my eyes are green not brown. I never really looked at myself. I spent so much time thinking that I was ugly and what was the point? I didn't want to see me.

As I got older, I looked and saw me. I saw the beautiful green eyes. When I cry they are pretty. Okay, I know that because I am trying to put in contacts. I have a lovely mouth and full lips. Did I sound conceited yet? I remind myself of these things because I tend to forget them when I look in the mirror. I see the bad skin and the big nose. I am getting so much better at looking in the mirror and seeing the beauty. It only took thirty-three years to do that. I look in the mirror and see beauty. I see me.

New Day

This is a new day. I am going to start writing something new everyday. I am always thinking about topics and I script it in my head, but I never write anything down. I need to change.