There was a time I could look in the mirror and smile, proud of my body, proud of my soul. I felt whole, pure, unique... dare I even say... special. But those days are gone. Whisked away on a breeze like the dandelion wishes of yesteryear. Nowadays the mirror is nothing more than an acquaintance in passing. We are cordial like good neighbors should be, we acknowledge each-others presence, exchanging glances and half smiles, but the relationship is only as deep as a spring puddle after a sun shower.