OPP
I can sometimes make out reflections or confirmations of parts of me that I knew were there, like my face or my hand or a scar. I can sometimes see reflections of things I had no idea where there, like a tan line or a freckle or a mole.
Sometimes, when I try to paint a self-portrait from those reflections, the reflection lies to me, because my mind has already made it a “self-portrait” and not really a reflection. I lie to myself.
I was told once that maybe I “deserved better” - that what I want, and moreover what I need, is out there for me. She told me that I was looking in the wrong place. I want to believe that even though a reflection might not show me a familiar image, I can at least see a real one.
Still looking…
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