Day 339. Me, Myself …

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

Is that what pops into your head whenever you’re in front of a mirror?  If, for no other reason, than you’re reminded of the children’s fairy tale, Snow White.  It’s anpointillism interesting question.  “What do you think when staring at a reflection of yourself”.

Don’t know why I didn’t write about it, last week, when I first saw this WordPress Daily Prompt question.  “Finish this sentence:  When I look in the mirror, I …”  I guess it just didn’t capture my imagination back then, like it is now.

So what do you see?  I’m curious.

I see a woman who resembles several different people.  I see my mother in me.  The colour of her eyes.  Her colouring, in general.  The shape of her face.  Some of her expressions.  I see my father in me.  The size and shape of his eyes.  His mouth.  His smile.  His nose.   And then I also see my maternal grandmother in me.  There are photographs of her, when she was young, where I look exactly like her.  Or so I’ve been told.

Does that make me a composite?  Where does ‘me, myself’ come in?  How much of ‘me’ is just me?  Which part of ‘me’ Continue reading