Day 50

Day 50: a letter to your reflection in the mirror

Dear me,

I like you and I don't like you. Typical of someone looking in the mirror, huh? I mean, I think you have really nice eyes and a rockin' thick head of hair (which looks great when you actually do it). But you do have Grandpa Hall's nose (which looks great on an 86 year old man, but not a 26 year old girl) and you've got some chubs going on. But you already know this. And you've come to terms with your nose and you're working on that double chin, so really, what's to complain about? I mean seriously, you are for the most part healthy, you work properly, and you have all the body parts a girl could need. Lots of people can't say that. Ergo, you are practically perfect. I wish you'd realize that more. Aw heck, who am I kidding? We live in a rough society, don't we? It's hard to think of yourself as pretty or as practically perfect when we're told perfect is being 5'9" and weighing 100 pounds and having perfect skin and beautiful, long, wavy hair that is always in place. But look at it this way: Deg likes looking at you, and you like looking at him, so that's a pretty good deal. Plus, you are one hot chica on the inside, and as corny as it sounds, that really is what it's all about. Also, I'd like to congratulate you on blogging every day for 50 days. That's a pretty neat accomplishment and you've blogged about some really cool things. What fun this will be to go back over and read years from now. Or embarrassing. Take your pick. Bwa ha ha!

Love,
Me