This is a happy moment, by the banks of the Hudson River in New York City. I'm not usually happy with photos of myself and often pick on the flaws: my face is fat, my nose is too big, I look tired, my hair is just awful. But in this picture, I remember how happy I was in that sunset, and I feel that my reflection reflects that. I think the way I feel about my reflection is incredibly dependant on my mood and what's happening in my life. If I'm happy and content, what I look like matters less, whereas when I'm down or angry, I look for things to criticise and thus perpetuate the spiral of self-loathing. At the moment, I am happy with my reflection - long may it last!
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