Six years into this mostly virtual world, I now know we were not meant to look at ourselves 24/7.
Save for a glimpse before leaving the car, and then another full-body and ass scan in the bathroom mirror before heading into in-person meetings. Yet there was something comforting about seeing, in real time, how I show up for others.
Then I began questioning, “Does my hair always puff out to the side?” “Does my head always shake or only when stressed?” Or “Which nervous habits am I mimicking?”
Watching me watch others watch me, with the barrage of reels from strangers, while simultaneously responding to emails and chats and sharing...
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