tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70959713713446895992024-02-20T01:22:31.222-08:00IcypopSanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845935804336357459noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095971371344689599.post-87467565857952121232007-08-01T20:30:00.000-07:002007-08-01T20:42:24.726-07:00Mirror<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;">I think I will start this blog on a somber note. About me and my life as of now. To wit, my emotional life.</span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#009900;">Recently, I was asked to look in the mirror. I looked. I liked parts of what I saw and I did not like some other parts [the huge pores, the extra jiggly bits]. However, that was not the message that was being conveyed to me. The speaker was saying I am not good enough. So, look in the mirror. That will hurt, for a v v long time. I am searching deep within to forgive, but I hope that will not take a v v long time. That was a blow to my ego. Somehow, it made me cry buckets.</span> </span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div>Sanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845935804336357459noreply@blogger.com0