Looking at my reflection from the standing mirror, I could not but appreciate how beautiful I am, my dimpled smile, my broad nose, my short kinky hair and my skin tone, even though I could see some wrinkles there and there, and stress marks under my arms, my stomach and behind my thighs, not to mention, the hairs growing on my legs, but they didn't matter anymore. Before now, whatever I saw in the mirror was disgusting. I had people fill my head with lies. Lies of how ugly I am, or how terrible my body look, or how I could transform myself with chemicals and plastic surgeries. I...