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When I read that the male cardinal will spend hours attacking his own reflection in glass surfaces, it reminded me of myself as a teenager. Every night I would spend hours in front of the bathroom mirror attacking every possible pore. I would study myself with intense scrutiny. The other day I saw a teenage boy with an oddly placed band aid on his forehead and it made me smile.
I don't miss that age of uncertainty; so awkward in my own skin.
But I still find myself scrutinizing, only not in front of a mirror.
It's much deeper, more internal.
The male cardinal fights that imaginary intruder he sees in the glass just like a pubescent girl studying herself in the mirror.