It was like being born. Like before now, the only part of me that existed were my eyes, peering blurrily out of the tired flesh that was little more than meat. But now, the mirror had taken my eyes and pulled the rest of me through, into the open. Into the air. And I had realized, in an instant of terrible beauty and long coming grief, that I had wasted all my life up to now pretending to be someone who didn't exist. But now I was here. What was I to do with that?