It
was as if she couldn’t know herself. Only other persons could
do
that. When she searched for her image, there was always the
reminder:
one green eye, one brown. Her mother had tried to
reassure
that it made her attractive, interesting, that it was an asset,
not
a defect
which
wasn’t what troubled, or even the lack of symmetry, but that
when
she looked in the mirror, she was always reversed, with her
green
eye on the left, her brown on the right. Only others saw her
as
she was. Only others might make the affirmation, ‘You are’. For
her,
it was always the reflection, ‘Am I?’