this one is very incomplete, but here’s a start.
To finally gaze in the mirror is nothing short of a miracle. Imagine what it is like without the ubiquity of reflecting objects, to never see yourself for how you look– imagine living in a house of mirrors, unable to see your reflection–then imagine never having to care, walking and only seeing the glittering edges, the sparkle of the shining lass, the face deep in a reflective sea of glamour, completely unaware of it’s own existence and twisting, the bends of the light. Imagine someone chained to these same mirrors, forced to notice every one of their flaws, beating and stretching their imperfect face and watching your carefree self distracted by the crystals, the edges, and begging you to see the reflection, grabbing at the dancing feet as they move by on the world’s glass surface. Imagine being caught and forced to stare with them at the broken glass. Try to enjoy what you see in your own abyss. Remember, you have to clutch the pain and nurture it, there on the floor.