However, this competitive chase of personal penchant is not done yet. It’s not so easy to erase and dismiss my dismal debt. I’m afraid of the threat tightening around my throat, how it weaves my words and burdens my breaths. But even in every shortened, silent sigh, my mirror will continue to mimic the ravishing roundness of my thighs, and the glossy gaze cast from the black holes of eyes. So, a thank you to my mirror, For helping me see clearer. —Zoë Coval ’23
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