I’ve lost myself. I’ve lost the ability to see my reflection. I don’t know the man looking back at me anymore. this new person in the mirror hates me. he hates the weakness he sees. he has become too aware of the flaws in my past that manifest themselves all over my face. every wrinkle is another furrowed brow. every scar was another hard learned lesson. every blemish just another stress.
he questions my worth and I don’t know how to tell him otherwise.