When I look in the mirror, I see someone who looks like the person I appear to be. The person I am in pictures. The person others see. For some reason, this person doesn’t look like me. Like my soul, like my heart. Like what I love and who I am. Her eyes don’t capture the depth of my perspective. Her hair doesn’t curl with my authentic creativity. Her nose can’t smell the true intentions of others. Though she is my body, she is not who I think I should look like. Who is this meat body staring back at my soul?