Camille Mohsenin
I must say, I can be quite disappointing to some people. Too wide? To small? To flat? Too chesty? I can only tell the truth and the truth only. I do wish I could make them feel good about themselves, I really do. I wish I could shout, “No, you look great in the dress!” or “Accept your body the way it is.” but I just can’t! I look at you looking at yourself and wish that you would feel beautiful enough to look at yourself all day, to keep me company. But you leave and I stay, and only when you come back to me do I see your beauty.
I stare at your unmade bed and decorated wall all day long with such boredom, waiting ´till I can reflect you again. I ponder thoughts with such complexity I practically make myself crazy. Who am I? Just hanging here, reflecting a bed and a sliver of window (oh, there went a cloud!). What is this world? This world I make double, so different from what is actually going on to what I make myself believe. I capture all your life, make you two dimensional, and then watch you walk out of my reflection.
I sometimes even think of my old pals from the shop, who they are reflecting now.