Finish this sentence: “When I look in the mirror, I . . . “
Photographers, artists, poets: show us MIRRORED.
When I look in the mirror, I see my past, my present and my plans for the future. When I look at myself, I see a version of my father and a version of my mother combined into one. In the mirror, I see all my mistakes and all my insecurities. When I look at my reflection, I notice all my imperfection.
I look in the mirror all the time, I find my reflection in anything that is shiny. I like to see how other people view me so I am fascinated by every moment of my own reflected image. Some like to think it is because I am self-absorbed but I have always been curious to know what I would see if I could walk by and notice myself standing there.
We look in the mirror and we judge ourselves so much but what if you weren’t able to judge so hard because for a moment your reflection didn’t belong to you? What would you really see? That is what makes me curious so I constantly look for my reflection in store windows, car doors and of course, mirrors.
I always ask myself, the person I see in the mirror, is it the person they see or is it the visual representation of what I envisioned myself to be?
Pictures show the same result but I also am looking through my own eyes. When you look at someone else, are you reflecting off of them? Do you see your failures in their successes? Do we truly see what is right in front of us or do we choose to see what we want to see.
Reflection pinpoints imperfection but it all boils down to your very own perception.