Visitors always complained about the mirror in her bathroom.
“I didn’t know I had such bad skin until I looked at myself in that mirror!” one guest said.
“Whenever I visit your house I’m reminded of how ugly I am,” said another.
The mirror was situated between two high quality fluorescent bulbs, the kind of lighting that doesn’t let a single flaw go un-illuminated. This mirror was where she spent hours searching and striving for perfection, the way a priest spends his whole life pursuing God. It was the kind of mirror for people who had forgotten what self-esteem was, for people who valued beauty more than anything.
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