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Something small but good happened this morning - or maybe it's not so small, I don't know. I was walking to work down Beacon Street in the sunlight, wearing my favorite jeans and my beat-up sneakers and my blue Rockport sweatshirt and my red peacoat with my fuzzy scarf, eating a leftover piece of a whoopie pie for breakfast, with my backpack over one shoulder and the wind blowing my hair in my face, when I caught my reflection in a shop window. And I suddenly thought, I like myself. I like that person reflected in that window. She's casual and messy and unique and awesome and I want to be friends with her.
It was a new thought. I don't think I've ever felt quite that way about myself; when I catch my reflection I'm usually thinking man i look like crap or why can't i have nice hair or something like that. But you know what? I'm pretty cool the way I am. I like that girl in the shop window. And me and her together, we'll get through this brokenhearted, shitty time and have the rest of our lives to live joyfully. I like being me.
It was a new thought. I don't think I've ever felt quite that way about myself; when I catch my reflection I'm usually thinking man i look like crap or why can't i have nice hair or something like that. But you know what? I'm pretty cool the way I am. I like that girl in the shop window. And me and her together, we'll get through this brokenhearted, shitty time and have the rest of our lives to live joyfully. I like being me.