I always wondered what it looks like when one bares their soul and shows all the ugliness that resides within. I know the discomfort of baring my body full of flab and wrinkles. Conscientious of every imperfection. In the past, I was afraid of being rejected because of what my stomach looked like. I have moved beyond that. The majority of the time, I see my body as beautiful – imperfections and all. The soul is a different matter. Would I ever be willing to let anyone see the malevolence of what lies within? This past year I have focused on becoming a better me. The me I want to be. I find myself feeling deeper than I ever have in the past. Feelings are so strong they tend to overwhelm me…such joy that I feel the need to dance and sing. Happiness making it imperative to pass on to a stranger. The yin side of things is easy. It is the yang that took me by surprise today. The ugliness of the negative feelings of anger, insecurity, and frustration stripped a