The Mirror Is Not Your Face
The one you’ve been polishing…
wasn’t you.
Every improvement, every mask,
every affirmation of the image,
kept you from seeing
the one who sees.​
The mirror was meant
to reflect the Real.​
Not to become your face.
The One You Call “I”
was never the same as the one who sees.
​The voice in the head…
The image in the mirror…
The roles you’ve performed so well—​
They are the suit.
​
And you—
the one who knows it’s a suit,
were never inside it.
It let you experience the world.
Through the suit,
you could taste, touch, name, and know.
​
But with every experience,
you forgot you were wearing it.​
You began to *believe* you were the suit.
​
And that forgetting—
became your prison.
But the prison wasn’t real.
Only your belief gave it bars.
The suit was never locked.
The mirror was never you.​
You were always free,
but only the one who sees,
not the one being seen,
can walk out.
It was just a suit.
Designed to survive.
to be liked,
to fit in.​
It had a story.
It had a name.
It even had a voice you thought was yours.​
But it wasn’t you.
​
It never was.
Are you ready to remove it?
Not fix it.Not improve it.Not make peace with it.
​
Remove it.
​
The suit was useful.
But you are no longer in need of protection.
​
Only the one who sees
can remove what was never truly worn.​
Are you ready?
You were never the suit.
You were always the seer.
And now you remember.
Only the one who sees
can walk away.
🪞 If you’ve seen yourself in one of these mirrors—
You’re ready to begin.