Bipolar Disorder

I woke up refreshed and 

felt the bare padding of my feet against wood floors as I walked into my bathroom,

I looked into the mirror,

and I was beautiful,

but something in the corner of my eye caught my attention

the taped paper on the mirror read

"If you dress like a slut, people will think you are a slut."

Why would my father do this?
The man who is afraid of windows and trivial tasks like making dinner, to

the man who climbs metal ladders in lightning storms to clean out the gutters

he who is invincible 

he who is nothing,

that day,

made me small and cold.