Sunshine

I had a heart stopping realization the other day. I had gotten home from the track meet and was freezing, wet, and all around tired. I went into the bathroom to take a shower and while undressing, had to do a double-take in the mirror. I blinked, studying my face and the smooth, imperfect curves of my body. It hit me like a bucket of cold water.
I'm beautiful. The green eyes, blond hair, defined jaw. I looked my long, thin torso up and down, following it's wider parts carefully. I'm perfect for me.
For the first time in my life I don't care what others think of me, and what they have to say. I don't mind if others think I'm ugly and fat, or if they think I have a perfect body and a gorgeous face. I care about what I think, and for the first time in.. so long, I love myself. It's one of the best feelings in the world. It was so exciting I called my best friend and told her through tears. I told Austin too. He smiled, kissed me on the cheek, and only said, "It took you long enough. I already knew that you're perfect."
It's called something new. It's called rebirth. It's called freedom.