Or, worse, I approach it from the absolute opposite end of the spectrum, as if in the very moment when a close connection shatters. No matter how often I've seen my own face in the mirror or in photographs, I always approach it with the gaze of a stranger-a suspicious stranger. But the sad thing is, I can't seem to get to it with myself. Whatever language you speak, it's the moment when the person before you, and the connection between you, becomes more real. If you spoke a language like French, it would be the moment you moved from formal to familiar, from vous to tu. It feels like a kind of shimmer, as if a veil has dropped away, and you can suddenly see the face behind the face of the person you're getting to know. There's a moment when a friendship is deepening that a face changes before your eyes. Why was her least favorite picture of herself the one her friend cherished most? Noelle Oxenhandler discovers that there are some things your mirror won't tell you.
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