From sasway

There’s an artist, let’s call this person Hilary. When Hilary was young, Hilary used to be fascinated by staring in the mirror without blinking. And would hold this gaze for as long as possible to feel the mixture of excitement and fear when the face staring back no longer seemed familiar.

Hilary thought about other ways to increase the excitement, standing at the mirror in the hallway with a full bladder until the tension between the desire to continually stare at this unrecognisable person staring back and the fear of not reaching the loo in time became unbearable! The bladder eventually won…

Looking down at the warm wet patch growing quickly cold, Hilary felt the shame and blamed the image for insisting on holding the gaze to the point of humiliation. 

Hilary realised from a young age that it was the eyes that drew such attention. This led Hilary to try to trick the mirror image, attempting to look nonchalantly away so the reflection was no longer looking back either; then trying to look sideways in order to get a sneak a peek at this image without it looking back. Of course, Hilary never achieved this; the image was always anticipating every move.

Hilary began to wonder why it was that this image appeared less familiar the more one tried to look at the eyes. The more Hilary tried to capture this altered self image, the less able Hilary was to give it the same name, for that matter it became an inability to give it any name.

From anonymous

 Hilary, then decided that perhaps it was not a real self that was always visable, and that this new image in frount of Hilary was a new begin for a much deeper meaning to the non visable Hilary. Which only hilary was concoius of.
 
Hilary documented these private accounts in frount of the mirror, Which became more occurante over time, as Hilary timed each one. This made Hilary aware of the time spent in front of such a useless thing, being a mirror and made Hilary more impatient to find mirrors were ever Hilary went.
 
Hilary considered the fact of the disjoint-ment of the self image changing even over just a few months, but the way Hilarys eyes stayed the same, made Hilary consider that if perhaps the mirror was smaller and the eyes could not be reflected back at Hilary it no longer became Hilary staring back at Hilary. Then Hilary questioned well if before my altered self image was so disjointed from my name, how can I have a name at all when my eyes are no longer looking back at me.