The girl in the mirror

I have a bad habit of not really seeing the girl in the mirror. Sure her eyebrows get plucked, and I make sure that she brushes her teeth, and they are flossed. I never seem to be able to make eye contact with her. Like she knows my shame, and although I know she does not judge me it's still a reminder of my insecurities, and fears.
I guess I'm now going to try to make that effort to find the time and space to move past the awkward glances, and pay mind to the friction that is there.

If you are going to live here you have to pay rent

i think a family of something squeaky has moved above my bedroom. i would be a liar if i said i wasn't nervous to fall asleep to the sound of squeaky raccoons maybe?
i knew something was up when i heard scratching in my ceiling this morning as i was leaving for work. My roommate thought i might be loosing it as i was freaking out... Until the squeaking started about 45 minutes ago then she came to my side. It might have been a mom looking for somewhere to bring her litter into the world.
Off to bed, wish me luck.