What do you see when you look in the mirror?

I see me.
Just me.
All my past dug into the skin on my face.
All my joys and wildness and sorrow and kindness.
The love I give and have given.
The ease that being loved has given me.
I see my struggles and my laughs.
I see my aging skin and my fading hair.
And I am happy that I can see me.
I am happy that I know who I am.
And she's not bad.