A mirror is not a subjective thing; it’s simply a surface that reflects an image. But perception can be a funny thing, and when I looked at myself, the image I saw was disfigured and blurry. Most often, it was like I was looking through dark lenses and couldn’t see my reflection clearly, even on a sunny day.
It was Christmas time in the late 90s. After a failed relationship, failed job and a rejection from the Navy, I found myself broke with little to no food, sleeping in my car or on friends’ couches.