Sometimes I look into the mirror, and I just stare vacantly at the stranger in front of me. She looks sad, hollow, unreal. I touch my face as mirror-me mimics my action, and although I can feel my own fingertips, not being able to feel what she’s feeling lends me to an even further detachment from myself.
There are several of you out there who can relate with me, I’m sure, but the sad thing is that in that moment, we all feel utterly alone, abandoned by everyone including ourselves. This feeling of un-recognition comes after substantial neglect of yourself. It occurs slowly, like the weight you gain when you start cutting your workouts and adding the popcorn. All of a sudden, you’re 20 pounds heavier than the you from three months ago, and you can’t recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.
How does this happen? What do we do or not do that brings us to this shocking moment?
I just read a very moving piece in Huffington Post today, that I would like to share with you all. “Why I No Longer Need to Be a ‘Beautiful Boy’ “, written by Shawn Binder is a brutally honest portrayal of his own experience of the “stranger-in-the-mirror”. Although Shawn doesn’t say this outright, I think his message is clear: when we lose focus of ourselves and our values, we allow the world to chip away at us until we can no longer recognize ourselves.