The Day I Stopped Avoiding the Mirror
That autumn was the first time I truly stood still in front of the mirror.
Not the quick glance while brushing my teeth, not the distracted look before rushing out the door. I mean standing under the bathroom light, staring at my hairline as if it were trying to tell me something. The corners had receded—just a little. Maybe no one else would notice. But I did. It felt like watching the tide pull back, exposing more shoreline than yesterday.
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