Why, as young people, do we work so hard to hate bits and pieces of ourselves? Our hips are too big or too small. Our hair is too straight or too curly. We are too skinny or too fat. We are just too, too something that overwhelms our self esteem and is usually wrong anyway. I look back at all the pain I put myself though, physically and emotionally, trying to be this perfect specimen of a human being that was only attainable in my head. Today, I look into the mirror and see an elderly lady with greying hair, sagging chin and waist, what waist! I am now ok with the person in the mirror even with true flaws. And I look back and think, "what a waste of a waist"!