Sometimes, the mirror is more than a simple object: it is a silent judge, a confidant and, in the darkest days, an enemy. We look at him looking for answers, but many times we only find questions. Who am I today? Do I like what I see?Today I stop in front of the mirror more time than normal. Not to fix myself, but to observe me. Look beyond the skin, beyond the image that others see. And in that pause, I understood that the reflection does not always show the truth. Sometimes, it reflects our fears, our doubts, our insecurities. But if we look patiently, we can also see the strength, history and beauty in us.Maybe it’s not about changing what we see, but about changing how we see it.
