Look through a mirror. How is that even possible? The first time I saw myself weeping I was appalled. My face had changed so much--not in any good way. There were blackish purple brackets under each eye. My nose, dripping, was bright red and shiny. My mouth drooped and I decided right then and there that the best way for me to cry was alone. If the situation was impossible to avoid and I found myself shattered in tears while in the company of others, I would need to use my hand to just cover...
