What do you see when you look in the mirror?

I see my teenage self, and I see my mother, I see a grandmother who enjoys being a grandmother, and a mother who enjoys being a mother. I see the lines caused by laughter, and by the sorrow caused by male violence. I see the whitened hair that I no longer dye, but thick as when I was that teenager. I see an activist, that determined brow. I see eyes that see and that remember. I see lucky me - I have had a good life and look forward to more. And I see the background that surrounds me, that I designed and that I live in. I see me.