I Was Finding My Goodness At Twenty

I was shy at twenty, afraid to look in mirrors, Scared of what I saw. I remember the first time I looked in one and saw that I was pretty. I gasped, and it frightened me. I felt proud and ashamed. I am so beyond that now, feeding my muse with happy antidotes, flinging poetry and art onto canvases, confident I am doing so well it might embarrass another, not me. I was hesitant when I was twenty, Careful to not alienate anyone, Never using a swear word, Hoping everyone would like me. I have fifteen hundred facebook friends now. I had eighteen hundred, but I de-friended three hundred of them. Unfriended them, unfollowed them, and loved every second of it. Knowing now the only opinion I care about is mine. Today I thoroughly approve of the "me" I have created. Trixie my muse is my pirate queen. We take no prisoners now, and make no apologizes. When the phone rings we laugh -slaves, and minions to no one. Mirrors make us happy.