Making life count...

Today I left for the CAPPRT with a head of hair that was behaving, skin that finally no longer looked like I had planted my face in ice and with a mind full of advice that I was determined for follow.

I like to “people watch” so I rarely think much of it when people do it to me. On days like today I could care less. “Look all you want! In this second, I am perfect.”

He told me I was beautiful. The look in his eyes convinced me that he was going out of his way to tell me this and that he meant it.

There is hope for me yet.

Life, bring it on.