The mirror used to be personal.
Now it’s public.
Every photo, every post, every update is a reflection—not of who we are, but who we think we should be.
We angle the camera, adjust the filter, chase a version of ourselves that feels almost right.
Almost.
Algorithms have become our new mirrors, showing us what performs, not what’s true.
We scroll through ourselves, curated and compressed.
It’s a strange intimacy, seeing our own faces in the crowd—liked, ignored, recycled.
And maybe that’s the quiet cost of modern reflection:
we stopped asking how we feel, and started asking how we look.
Not Am I enough? but Am I seen?
Both questions echo, but only one ever gets answered.