As I gaze into my bathroom mirror, I am greeted by a woman staring back at me; I look upon her unchanged reflection and I am reminded of her exterior presence. She embodies the skin tone of a hand-crafted Starbucks vanilla bean Frappuccino; her eyes are so wide and round that you can almost see your reflection, while her hair are the waves in a sea of dark chocolate. If I look at her closely, I can see her wearing the nose given to her by her mother and the expressions within