Learning to Like My Reflection Again

For a long time, mirrors felt like enemies.
Every glance was a reminder of something I wished I could fix: my skin, my weight, my paralyzed legs. I’d avoid seeing myself altogether, rushing past with my eyes low.

But one morning, while turning the panel on in the corner of my bedroom, I caught my reflection in my bathroom mirror before I could look away. The light was glowing against my face, warm and soft, and for the first time in years, I didn’t flinch.
I didn’t look “better.” I just looked… alive.

That moment changed how I viewed myself. I learnt...
It’s not about loving what you see every day, rather it’s about not fighting it.
The light helped me see myself without judgment, like the glow didn’t care about the pigmentation.
I think that’s the lesson — your reflection doesn’t need to change before you start treating yourself gently.

Now, I stand there a few minutes longer.
Sometimes I talk to myself, sometimes just sit in the reflection. But each time, I feel a little more like the person I’ve been trying to find again, the one who deserves kindness from his own eyes.