A time I was uncontrollable .It was 8 months after my died

This is for my Papa. He was my idol and I worshiped him. He held my family together and loved unconditionally. I still miss you Papa.

We've all been there. Standing before that awful mirror picking out our flaws. With all the images of fake beauty it's a wonder we are sane. But what is real beauty or is there even still such a thing in this new digital era we live in?

You all heard the story but,have you herd the truth?