Sometimes I forget what I look like.
There were days where the mirror is my enemy, reflecting back a strangers face. I avoided it, fearing the disconnect between the person I felt inside and the image staring back at me. Overtime, I began embrace myself, and now, when I look in the mirror I see me. It's a revelation, a moment of clarity and affirmation.
Yet, as I move through my day, the memory of my reflection fades. I interact with the world, forget what others see when they look at me. It's a peculiar sensation, this disconnection between my internal self and my external appearance. I've come so far in accepting who I am, but still, the image in the mirror feels both familiar and distant.
It's like living in a dream where you catch blimps of yourself but can never hold onto the image. Each glance in the mirror is a reminder of the journey I've travelled, the battles fought, and the peace found. And even though I sometimes forget what I look like, I never forget who I am.