Or maybe a clarification.
I wrote earlier that the mirror lies. That it can't tell you everything about you. Just what is on the surface.
I've been lifting weights for the past few weeks. Nothing serious, just some exercises to keep me active. Anything to not be a couch potato. I stood in front of said mirror this morning, naked. And said, damn, I look good.
Now, I am a humble and modest man. But sometimes, the mirror doesn't lie.