Its like I was free
for about an instant, the split second only your best friend usually captures behind her aunt's old camera
but I was looking in a mirror, aware of every freckle, every eyelash, the tilt of my saucy bottom lip pink with childish lipgloss.
my bottom eyelashes were black like a dolls and I looked like I was looking up, yet I was looking straight ahead. Everything was tilted and my cheeks looked pink.
My face for once, not greasy, but glowing, slightly.  My hair looked longer and caught the light.
I saw myself the way I think you see me. The way I imagine I should be seen. But it was, for that second, like seeing a stranger, when I caught my reflection, at the store that afternoon.