Stranger In The Mirror

Something has changed about me since I came back to LA.

I've just done the traditional "dress up in your new interview clothes the day before the interview" thing. I have everything I need: the striped shirt, the skirt, the shoes, some nice earrings...

I looked in the mirror,

and for the first time in a while, I've honestly thought I was beautiful.

I guess what my dad has been telling me all these years was true.

I am beautiful.

It's odd. I look so grown-up. I'm not sure I can get used to this.

I think I've changed because I've become happy in a way that I've never been before.

I'm in love, and it shows.