lately i ve been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart you d think at my age i d have thought of something better to do than make insecurity a full time job make insecurity into an art i fear my life will be over and i will have never lived it unfettered always glaring into mirrors mad i don t look better but now here s this tiny baby and they say she looks just like me and she is smiling at me with that present infant glee and i would defend to the ends of the earth her perfect right to be so i m beginning to see some problems with the ongoing work of my mind and i ve got myself a new mantra it says don t forget to have a good time don t let the sellers of stuff power enough to rob you of your grace love is all over the place there s nothing wrong with your face love is all over the place there s nothing wrong with your face