You would think it would be easy by now — that seeing my own magic would feel as natural as breathing.
But there are still days when it’s work… Days when I look at the mirror and see myself fading, and believe the lie that this makes me less:
On those days, I turn my back to the mirror and tilt my face to the lens — even if it’s just the little lens on my iPhone. And suddenly all the distance between subject and object collapses.
Behind the lens, for a moment, I am the one in charge of the frame.
And I am the one who decides how to make beauty within it:
Just behind me, over my shoulder, I can see myself reflected into infinity. ❤