So. This morning - I've been warned - I am being taken for brunch by a good friend. I am out to this particular friend and she is very encouraging. Getting ready for her arrival to pick me up I did something I haven't really done in a long time. I Watched myself do the morning things. I put lotion on my new tattoo, and I shaved my face. I have a small conglomeration of hairs on my chin that are far too sparse to be termed a goatee, and thus they betray my female features in that I look like a lady who doesn't care.
But back to the crux.
I shaved, and more than watch the mirror to minimize any nicks, I watched my eyes and my mannerisms. You know what I saw? Me, as I am supposed to be. Sure, I'm skiiiiiiny, and bony, but Lorenz was looking back out of the mirror. With the clearest, brightest and dare say I? Challenging, look. As if my reflection dared me to step in to the natural of the moment with my dress shirt unbuttoned and the towel across my shoulders as I rinsed my razor.
I felt for the first time completely at ease with myself.
