I look in the mirror and see an insecure me. The me that can’t see beyond the big, brown, wondrous eyes traced in emerald green eyeliner and thick black lashes. The me that can’t smile because the red, irritated skin, peels so much it begins to crack and bleed. The me that can’t smile because the skin underneath my nose and corners of my mouth feel rigid and tight.
I look in the mirror and see a scaly monster, the monster everyone at school and at work sees. Continue reading