It is not who I am but one others put on M-E. When I looked at the mirror the only image I saw was the one that others portrayed with an occasional peak into something deeper. Now, with my therapist I find a new M-E that strangely doesn’t look like the “character” I’ve been portraying all this time and I sorta like him. For, with all the flaws and toxic experiences it’s still the authentic M-E and I’m not so bad after all even with the cuts Y-O-U dug into that mask. I took off the glue and hey I’m actually “beautiful” after all.