I've been attending rehearsals in a space that has one whole wall of mirrors, very helpful for dancers and dance routines.
I watch how people react to the mirror.
Some little girls walk, talk, and giggle, all while watching themselves intently in the mirror. They are mesmerized by their own image; can't take their eyes off themselves. They seemed to be pleased with what they see or at least interested.
The grown women avoid the mirror at all cost. The mirror is the enemy.
At what point does the shift begin? When does your own image become your least favorite thing to look at?
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