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Created on: January 15, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
THE IMAGE YOUR REFLECTION PORTRAYS
What stands in the way, preventing you from loving yourself just as you are?
Do you not see the qualities that mold who you are when you look in a mirror?
What changes would you make that could possibly change who you are inside?
Do you really want to change the core of the person you have become?
Many years have been invested in creating the spirit that lies within you.
Time has directed each path you have traveled that's brought you to where you are today.
You're wasting time evaluating the past, nothing you can do will erase regrets of years gone by.
Tomorrow is what you will make it, walking in circles will not lead you to your destiny.
Your destiny is at the end of the paths you choose to travel from this day forward.
Embrace the future, live for what you have to look forward to, not for the history of the past.
Know in your heart who you are and take comfort in the image before you.
Circle yourself with love, laughter, kindness, success, and happiness, it's what you deserve.
Stay focused on the positives that surround you, not the negatives, they'll hold you back.
Hold on tight to the things you believe in, what you stand for, and who you know yourself to be.
Your presence illuminates every room you enter, be proud of the image your reflection portrays.
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