I looked in the mirror today.

This morning I put on a favorite green dress and even dug out some earrings and a necklace to match.  And then I stepped in front of the mirror in the bathroom and just paused there a few minutes to truly look at myself.  I don't recall the last time I took the time to do that.

I watched an entire range of emotions cross my face as I smiled and even laughed a moment enjoying the image looking back at me and then tears swelled up in my eyes and I noticed the pain etched in them.  

My skin was tan from all the times this summer I had retreated to nature (the beach, parks, gardens, etc.) to find solace.  My bangs had gotten so long they were starting to get in my eyes.  The dress accentuated my waist reflecting all the weight I had lost.

There is something about that woman that looked back at me.  She has strength that shines through even as a loss of confidence is apparent.  She seems sincere although a bit distant.  She is someone I truly like.  And I know she has my back even in my lowest moments.