Scratch the me dating Joe. It apparentally never happened. But what did happen....

I was looking at myself in the mirror this morning, when I realized something someone has been trying to tell me for a long time. In my own little, quirky ways, I am beautiful. Sure, I'm a little wide, but I'm not fat. I'm short, but not to the point where it's obscene. I may not have the best tan, but at least I won't get skin cancer. I wear glasses. My eyes aren't just brown-they have flecks of green in them. My teeth are straight. My feet are small, as are my wrists and hands. I have long legs, and no torso. Dark brown hair, with streaks of red and blonde placed sparatically. A smallish, cute nose. Big boobs, a butt that has been described as "two loaves of bread". All of this...this is me. And it's not something I can change, but it is something that I can embrace. And it's something I'm willing to try to embrace. Happiness isn't something that comes naturally to me, but it's something that I can achieve if I try really hard, and the first step to me being happy...is loving myself. I looked in the mirror this morning, and for the first time ever, I was able to love what I saw.