I woke up today and I could feel something shift inside me. Something not unlike a weight lifted off of my shoulders. Looking in the mirror, there's a glow to my face; something that hasn't been there in a long time. Scars on my wrist don't stand out as much. My freckles don't stand so stark against my skin. And my body. The sadness and anger had been eating at me; from the inside out. The fragile girl that used to look back at me in the mirror is gone. But I'm not happy. No, I'm still a ways away from being happy. I'm getting there, day by day. And one day, I'll wake up and genuinely be happy. But that day is not today.