And as she stared at her reflection in the mirror she noticed the creases begin to form at the end of her eyes. She smiled at the subtle changes and for the first time since forever she loved the person looking back. A woman who has gone to war with herself and has returned stronger. A woman who has been hurt but still loves as though she never has. A woman who has stumbled and who has fallen but who has picked her self up off of the ground and owns every part of her that makes her who she is. A person that has grown into the woman that she now. A woman that she is proud of. 
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