Have you ever truly looked at yourself in the mirror? Past your skin, past your blemishes and into your eyes where your soul screams for your attention? Many say the eyes are the windows to your soul, I believe this. I used to smile in pictures and people would still tell me "You don't look happy" I would ask why and one person said your eyes tell a story. As I sit in front of my mirror right now I realize how beautiful I am all the small imperfections no longer matter, the dog bite above my lip, my beauty mark that looks like "dirt" on my left cheek bone, my small lips, the eye lashes that don't seem to exist... Yet I am still beautiful. My eyes can tell you a lot just by a glance. You can see my happiness & sadness, both can coexist in my eyes. My eyes lighten up when I am happy, almost as if they glow. When sadness hits darkness comes. We often don't listen to our souls cause we don't pay attention. Sit down look in the mirror and tell me what you see, an animal? a sanctuary? peace? hope? sadness? distraught? happiness? longing? abandonment? hurt? lies? truth? What do you see? And are you feeding your soul or starving it?