I look in the mirror. What do I see?
I see a twenty-two year old adult staring back at me. They have my mother’s eyes and smile, my father’s lips and cheeks.
I see a stomach full of stretch-marks, capable hands, legs that could use shaving.
I see broad shoulders, a long neck, and cropped hair.
I look in the mirror and I see my reflection. Nothing more, nothing less.
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