The light was welcoming, soft. It made you want to close your eyes and let it drift over your skin. But the moment it touched you, invisible hands wrapped around you, holding you still and locking you in place. And it burned. It burned you away.
"That’s what’s missing – the really intuitive issue of our deep sense of longing for connection, our deep sense of wanting to feel that our lives are worthwhile. Those are not measurable quantities." – James Hollis, PhD., Jungian Analyst
Do you love what you see in the mirror? When you come across her looking straight at you, do you smile at the slope of her nose? Do you count her cute little freckles? Because sometimes, I frown at my asymmetry. I scorn my blackheads and laugh derisively at my stubby eyelashes. Do you love what you see in the mirror? Because most times, I don't. Portrait by David Slijper for Numero China