“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 an 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 →