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How My Obsession with Mirrors Exposed My Crippling Body Dysmorphic Disorder

For as long as I can remember, I have had a very intense love affair with mirrors, but not in the way you imagine. It has been a sordid and often torturous relationship that I have tried in vain to break off but despite all my efforts, I could never quite assert my independence.

My obsession with mirrors came into full bloom in my early twenties. I was convinced that my head was too big for my body and that my face was grotesquely massive and I absolutely hated taking pictures. So you can imagine how terrified I am at the realization that we now embody an era dedicated to the usage of selfies.

But even back in the day, whenever pictures were part of the itinerary, I alway tried to escape the scene. My getaway plan was always thwarted and after awkwardly posing for a plethora of shots, I would examine the finished results and be utterly dismayed at how I looked compared to everybody else.

Why was my head so big and where was my neck? Everyone else seemed to look regal and effortlessly flawless and I was unable to measure up. I would spend the remainder of the day feeling defeated and depressed.