Thoughts After Seeing My Face In The Mirror at 2AM

Seeing myself in the mirror is odd in it’s own way, after so many years of not. I’m used to looking and telling myself I inhabit a beautiful girl and it’s an awful shame that I’m not her. That I’m not the owner of this body, it’s hers. I love her and don’t want to take it away from her. I still don’t know how to talk about these feelings out loud. But now, I see myself. At least, sometimes. The…