The Woman in the Mirror

Hey all. Was thinking yesterday and I got worried all of the sudden when I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the person I saw there. I don't know who I am anymore. It's not that I don't like me or anything, but that I'm just too busy being busy to just be. Does that make sense? Dad assures me that I'm "a beautiful young woman," but I just can't see it. So, to bite off of Porkchop's blog, can y'all supply any memories, thoughts, comments, or encouragement? I know this is so much worse than fishing for compliments, but I think it might help. I was praying about it last night and I knew that I could ask the nothingness of Blogville and maybe find myself again. Thanks for your help. Toodles.