Mirrors are funny things.There's no hiding from yourself in a room full of them...every bit of your present and obtainable existence staring back at you from every possible angle.
It's almost like stepping in front of a mirror gives us some unprecedented right to pass judgement on ourselves...as though that obligation to "Love ourselves for who we are" doesn't exist.
I suppose we all get to want things. You know...all that stuff like being smarter, better, faster, stronger...that stuff we pretend we don't yearn to be. That stuff that we so often try to change and, with some exceptions, eventually go back to hating.
But guess what...every one of us has something that someone else stands in front of the mirror and wishes to have or be.
Doesn't that make you feel a little better?
There is something else though...something that scares me more than seeing someone in the mirror that I want to be. It's just the opposite that scares me in fact.
What happens when you look in the mirror one day and have to question who the fuck you are? What happens when you dont know who you want to be? What happens when you...just dont know?
It's uncertainty and doubt that scare me.
But could it be that rotating the mirrors may just be easier than actually answering those questions?
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