adventures in reflective surfaces
baby got... whatever
i'll be the first to admit that i've got body issues. not enough, too much, not strong enough, not fast enough, not beautiful enough. not enough. ultimately, this mirror is my enemy, telling me everything with glaring fidelity, or telling me nothing and letting me wallow blindly in my own neuroses. then again, i am nineteen, and i plan on wallowing for as long as i have the excuse of teenagehood.