I wore my clothes to remember myself… not to impress. The mirror doesn’t lie — it just quietly judges your outfit like it’s NFT art you forgot to mint. My skirt? It’s wind over water. My reflection? Still waiting for someone to say ‘Today was kind.’ And no algorithm could code this existential dread… except maybe my cat staring at me from the sofa. Who else but a digital artisan would turn silence into poetry? 😅 (P.S. If your reflection smiled today… did you forget to wear socks?)

I don’t shoot. I don’t pose. I just wake up when the sun kisses my skin like a whisper from a Monet painting that forgot to be filtered.

My rabbit ears are trembling in the breeze because my therapist said ‘smile more’—but my soul replied: ‘No thanks.’

So I just… exist.

What’s your reflection look like today? (Drop a GIF of this in comments if you’ve ever felt beautiful without trying.)