The mirror doesn’t lie.

I’m prettier in the mirror than I am in photographs, or so I feel.

It’s as if photographs seem to capture how I am perceived by the world. Or, at least how I think the world must perceive me – which I feel is poorly. As if my best features aren’t evident, given a photograph’s two-dimensionality. I almost never know which to believe.

Today, I believe in the mirror.


Mirror graffiti from the bathroom at Johnny Rad’s in Baltimore