I’m obsessed with selfies but I don’t know why? I take 75 photos of me just to get the perfect picture. I’m not even exaggerating.
And then the perfect shot isn’t even perfect. I see every line, wrinkle, blemish, dark spot. I see time doing what it does best, breaking down, dragging down, changing my features, aging my physical appearance. I cry no fair because in my brain I am not my chronological age, I am ageless, young, carefree, happy.
If I had a hammer, I’d destroy all the mirrors in the world. I am too vain. I stop to gaze at my image in almost every reflective surface I come across, addicted to my own appearance yet hating the image I see.
If only I were taller, younger, prettier, thinner. Oh why did God give us a shell to wear?
How do I break free of this image obsession? I look so much better IRL than in photos, living, animated, expressing emotion.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Oh Michelle there is but one
Jesus Christ, God’s only Son.