I’m beautiful! I said to myself in the mirror as I looked at my reflection. Matted hair, sticking straight up in the back like a peacock. That’s exactly what I look like in the morning, too. A peacock. Not one of those strutting ones though… More like one that’s been shot and is half dead lugging itself to its death site. But it’s OK! My hair sucks but I’m still beautiful! Even with my eye boogers and dried drool hanging out of my mouth. . .

Boy, this self-esteem self-help book isn’t helping me very much. :