I remember looking at the mirror some years ago, dressed and full of denial, but this time was different, this time I really set out to look into my eyes, like I never looked before. I stood up, walked up to the mirror and looked at the face of a man. I stared at it for a moment forcing my eyes from escaping the truth, finally I shouted “what the hell are you doing”
In that moment I realized that I truly never looked at person in the reflection, that somehow I always missed that spot and as a whole when assessing my look I just assumed, I delusion my self to seeing what I wanted to see.
I believe that moment was my undoing, but not my defeat; I finally looked into the face of reality and didn’t like what I was seeing. I also understood the overwhelming need to express the inner desire for her presence in the world. But she wasn’t there in the reflection, however much I tried I got close, I wanted her to be there so much, but not close enough.
I suppose some may have lesser need to express her in the daylight and then some will go to extremes of uprooting life as we know it, just to be able to glimpse into her reflection and be reaffirmed, one body, one sole.
So here is my question to you: [SIZE="4"]"have you ever, really looked at the reflection in the mirror?"[/SIZE]
