my brain almost seemed unwilling to accept that the person standing in the mirror was me.
“What if I stay like this?” I whispered.
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“The doctor explained that the first few days would look exactly like this.”
I sat down on the small chair beside the bathroom wall.
“Maybe I looked better before.”
My mother was silent for a long moment.
Then she took my hand.
“You didn’t make this decision in one day. You thought about it for years. Don’t decide that the entire journey was a mistake because of three difficult days.”
But that night, I didn’t believe her.
I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the person from the mirror again.
On the fourth day, I didn’t even want to open the camera on my phone.
But before all of this began, I had made myself one