Did you look at yourself in the mirror today and think, “Damn, I am GORGEOUS!”? Or did you think something more like, “My ass is the size of Cuba,” or, “Wasn’t acne supposed to let up after puberty?” or maybe just, “Bleargh!”?
Or did you even look at yourself in the mirror at all? I mean really look. More than just a passing glance to make sure your shirt wasn’t embarrassingly wrinkled or pants encrusted with dog hair. Did you see your own body today? Did you acknowledge it? Or did you take its miraculous workings for granted?