Day 8: Reflection

“Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don’t know?”
-Mulan

The project is over.

Honestly, last night at 12:01 I walked into the bathroom and didn’t come out until 12:10. The entire 9 minutes that I was in there were spent staring at my face. Literally. Just staring. Poking. Scrubbing. Staring some more. Seeing if there was anything new to notice.

Turns out: nope!

I looked pretty much exactly the same – no surprise there.

However, I was surprised at how looking in the mirror made me feel. I was really questioning why it was that I was looking in the first place. What purpose was I serving by staring at myself?

Still, that didn’t deter me from feeling some sense of satisfaction. I actually made it through the whole week (with a few minor slip ups)!!!

I mean seriously. Try to go a week without mirrors. I’m still in the process of going through pictures of myself from the week, flipping mirrors back around, hanging mirrors back up, allowing myself to NOT force my eyes away from glass buildings and mirrors…

Funny enough, I actually caught myself getting ready NOT in front of a mirror today, and after about 3 minutes my brain went: “Whoa! What are you doing?! You can look at yourself now! Step away from the side of the mirror and get in front of it, you lunatic!”

It’s an awkward transition back into real life. Just thinking about it is actually giving me a headache. I’m sure I am one of the very few students that actually took this project seriously. Not sure if that makes me smart, or a sucker.

Probably a sucker.

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