At high
school, in the girl’s changing room, there was a mirror next to the toilets. It
was long, but sat high up on the wall. I was a short teenager, a little over
five feet for most of the time, so the bottom of the mirror only reached as far
as the top of my neck, just below my chin. Apart from my bobble head peaking
over, the majority of the mirror reflected back the high tiled walls and
ceiling of the shower room. It was a bit like looking into eternity, a vast
expanse of white juxtaposed by this little animal head, a wink of identity at
the bottom of an expanse of nothing.
