While looking in the mirror what does the world see if often wonder.Some days I stare and smile often times ,I notice the years and miles learning to love myself ,was my hardest trial.Through the ones eyes the soul glimmers remembering each scar ,with a little humor .Thinking back on the past ,all was worthwhile while looking into the mirror. Each day more of myself in discover letting go of all the baggage of yesteryear. For today is walk lighter ,strong ,fragile no longer like a butterfly from a cocoon, my wings lift me higher.The felicity in life ,knowing thyself learning to admire while looking in the mirror