I drew a self portrait, and I found it kind of odd, how even though we weren't the same, we managed to make a connection. The girl in the drawing's eyes weren't exactly like mine, her lips didn't form a true smile, but I knew that she was me by the way she stood in the picture. She was undeniably me.
And then I thought about all the times I've looked in the mirror and felt different from the day before. I looked in the mirror today and felt whole and happy--even though I am working on a Saturday. I know the girl in the drawing is happy, too.