This was such a raw, powerful piece. The little tidbit about people looking inside windows made me smile; I do it as well, and never see anything. And yet, my mother also has the same sort of paranoia. I adore the way this was written; like a stream of conscious thought, almost, connected by the same theme. Being sick, sick of yourself, sick at the sight of yourself. I know those feelings of self-loathing only too well, and the personal nature of the story really enhanced the strength of the emotion. Staring into the mirror, feeling so disgusting and wishing something was different, something would happen, that the mirror was lying. I respect you so much for writing this; it honestly was gorgeous; it really brought tears to my eyes. Thank you.
August 15th, 2010 at 04:12am