I've never been a big fan of mirrors (with a face like mine, who would be?). Teenage years are just, to say the least, AWKWARD. Acne, breakouts, white heads, black heads, white hairs, wrinkles, all that good stuff. So I've never really gotten down that mental image of what my face looked like... Until now. After showering, my face felt pretty smooth; I decided to look in the mirror for once, and gee wilikers Batman, a gorgeous young man was looking back at me! It's like I woke up one day and I was suddenly... pretty Suddenly there aren't enough mirrors in my house to go around. It's pretty good to be seventeen :lol: Has this ever happened to you?