I would like to believe I remember the first time I saw myself in the mirror.
I can remember seeing the round brown eyes staring right back at me, seeing these little hands reach and touch that chubby face.
This was a new friend.
This friend would be like Peter Pan’s shadow, it would be there when light was shown upon it.
But my reflection never flew away, my reflection stayed there it grew along with me.
It would cry, smile, and scream with me.
My reflection never had to be mended by a Wendy, my reflection was shaped, mended, and cared for by me with love.
I can look at myself now and see my face has changed but those brown eyes have remained the same.
I have grown.
Starting fresh, still figuring some things out but I have some things to post on here eventually. Deleted all of my old stuff, kind of ridiculous when I look back on it. Anyway check back soon!