Something extremely peculiar has been happening lately. I look in the mirror, and I like how I look.

I'm afraid that I cannot figure it out. The mere thought of looking in the mirror and being satisfied with what I see is completely beyond my ken, it is something that I have never experienced in my entire life.

It's not even like I've lost weight or anything, in fact I've gained back eight of the thirty-five pounds that I lost last year, but I see myself and I really look good. Part of it is the new outfits that I got from Mom for Christmas, that black skirt makes my butt look amazing, but even without the skirt I still think that I look pretty. Is there something wrong with me?

It won't last, I know it won't. But I think I'll enjoy it while I can.

Today's horoscope:
Can you help it if your powers of concentration allow you to stick to the subject? Others may not get what the big deal is, but you definitely know what counts. Don't worry, this pays off in the end.

One year ago today:
My favourite thing she said during the party, after scraping all of the icing off of the chocolate cake, was, "I don't want this brown stuff. I want some more cake!" "That is cake, for heaven's sake!"

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