“My bedroom was upstairs, small and still, the windows opening into the trees. The blur of green leaves shifted at the edge of my vision. I stood there, catching myself in the large mirror at the end of the room - caught. The reflection I met was me, yet the face of the 12 year old girl I saw was completely unrecognizable. I whispered again and again, “that’s me, that’s me,” as if naming could force recognition, but the words only deepened the strangeness. I was held in a loop of looking, naming, and disbelieving, until I felt suspended between the ceiling and the figure in the mirror….