Just a feeling...
Sometimes I feel made of stardust. Can't explain why. I look in the long mirror in my hallway as I leave my apartment and see my face reflected with a wintery paleness. When I'm not smiling, my face is pretty plain-looking and it occurred to me that... I like that. I wouldn't feel quite right if I were a beauty or if I were anything other than a plain and reliable, smiling face. I don't wear makeup to work and usually I don't have time to really think about how I look as I'm running from one thing to the next. But, my body works, my muscles are strong, and I feel health and an irrepressable something coursing through me. Perhaps it is something about looking exactly how you feel. The outside matching the inside. It's comforting.