I've come to accept an idea that, while I've known it for awhile and have preached it to my friends, I never actually paid any attention to myself. Why? Because I don't take my own advice--I know how crazy I am. Anyway, I have realized that what I think of myself when I look in the mirror is what counts, not what everyone else thinks. And I don't just mean in a physical way, although that counts too.
I want to be able to look at my reflection and know the person I see. Not just know her, but like her, be proud of her. I want to see myself and honestly say "I know who I am, what I stand for, and where I'm going."
And, or course, to actually believe myself when I say I'm pretty.
That's a lot to ask for, but it all starts with small changes. It starts by doing things for me, because of me.
On Saturday, I changed how I look. I didn't do it so people would notice me more, or to change who I am on the inside. I did it because I wanted a look that reflects who I am on the inside, or at least as much of that person as I know. So now, I have layered, shoulder-length, purple hair.
Because I am that much of a rock star.
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