Three feet back from the mirror. I don't like what I see. I start to pull out my endless scroll to recite the sacred litany of flaws, but today something stops me.
I walk so close to myself that my breath fogs the mirror. I look straight into my eyes. Here I do not see any ugliness or hatred, no sense of being underwhelming or below standards.
I see the joy of first riding a bike, and the exhaustion of swimming for six hours on a hot summer day. I see playing dress up as a child and running through a forest and cutting my own hair.
I see freedom and love and laughter and joy. Myself, unfiltered. People say that perspective comes with distance. But when the fight is between you and your mirror, move closer.