Image is a scary thing. Ask anyone....
Our self image is simply what we see reflected off the mirror of our environment. Whether that mirror is flawless and true or as screwed up as a funhouse mirror depends on what we allow to distort it: friends, strangers, pictures, words, ourselves. It's so easy to let one little thing put a chip in our mirrors. But once theres a crack it'll continue to web out under the slightest pressure until the image we see is no longer recognizable.
Can we fix our mirrors? I'm not sure... But I hope so. =\
–noun Psychiatry . a pathological state in which a person believes himself or herself to be dead.
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