Have not seen my reflection in six years

It’s been six years since I last saw my reflection. It doesn’t matter why I stopped; I deemed it necessary at the time, that’s all that matters. The day of reacquainting myself with how I look is coming near.

I wonder how much my face has changed. I wonder if I’ll cry. I wonder if it’ll still be foreign to me despite years of hard work in therapy.

I’m scared.

I’m excited.

But mostly just curious.

That’s a good place to be in after spending so many years absolutely terrified and disgusted by my own reflection. I’m aiming for child-like wonder, as if I’m seeing my beautiful self for the first time in my life.

I have some more work to do before I can pull this off, but the day of becoming whole is fast approaching. And on that day I’ll tell you the whole story, about how this came to be and what I learned from it.

Until then I’m holding on to my cursiosity.

Created on July 22, 2021
Published on July 22, 2021