Darkness illuminates at the flick of a switch. Slowly the little room becomes bright, beyond what I was expecting, as my feet lead me deeper into its cavity.
Turning toward the wall, I catch a woman in the mirror; leaning closer, I can see every blemish on her skin standing out and the reflecting grey in her auburn hair. For a moment, I stare at her, the exposure of light reveals everything she tries so hard to hide. And yet beyond the blemish and hazel eyes, I find the woman staring back at me as perfectly imperfected.