Mirror, mirror.

Remember that time you looked in the mirror and realized you were no longer the person you once were?

Today, that happened to me.

As my day progressed, I guess you could say I was hyper-aware of myself; I noticed little things I was doing that I can promise you I once would not have done…in saying that I can confidently state that the thing I was doing that seemed so new felt equally comfortable, really comfortable, but still new, that 'thing' was that I was being me.

All in, authentically me.

If I thought I could accurately articulate what that looks like in words, I would try but I don’t think I can.
(You'll just have to look for it yourself...)

When I got home tonight, my reflection caught my attention and as I looked myself straight in the face it hit me that the girl starring back at me wasn’t the same girl that would’ve been 3 years ago.
 I saw the brightness in her eyes, I saw the confidence in her posture, I saw the peace she had within herself, I saw the freedom she’d fought for.

I saw her.


I saw me.