You ever look in a mirror but it’s backwards? One time in Science class in high school, the teacher passed around this box and inside was what he called a “true mirror”. It was supposed to reflect back on itself or something, so that what you saw when you looked inside was your face, the way other people see it. You know, because you only ever see your mirror image and not your real face. I looked inside and I didn’t look like me at all. Everything felt off and my eyes were slanty and my chin was wobbly and I thought it must have been a prank, but everyone else was just shrugging along like it was the most normal thing they ever saw. Sometimes I think I can be pretty, you know? When I put on makeup and brush my hair and speak slowly, I think I can still charm some people if I try hard enough. But that face I saw in there scared me, because it didn’t feel right. It felt like something I wanted to look away from. Is that what people see when they pass me on the streets? Someone they want to look away from? I know it was just a dumb Science class, but I keep thinking if only I could go in there and fix that awful face, then everything would just be a little different. If I could just move the eyes around and the eyebrows down and shift the mouth like a Mister Potato Head I think I could make something beautiful. Anyways, you probably think I’m silly and oh, you’re done? Oh wow, yeah I like what you did with that eyeshadow. How much is it? Oh, I don’t know, that’s a lot more than I thought – I was only planning to get a mascara because mine ran out. I guess you’re right, it’s a nice green. No, you’re right. It looks really good. Right? Does it look good to you? Okay, I’ll take all of it.