I look in the mirror and see the lines beginning to grow deeper. I have earned those lines, and I am not ashamed of them. I sometimes think they mar the beauty, however. I look at pictures of me thirty years ago, at a time when I didn’t think much of myself or my looks and realize now, after the fact, that I looked much better than I ever thought I did. It made me understand that looks, like a lot of other things, are simply relative to the time and to who you are at the time.