You catch your reflection, only it isn’t whole. The mirror seems to drip and fracture, as if refusing to capture you in one simple piece. Instead, it scatters you into layers: the confidence you show the world, the pain you’ve learned to carry, the mystery you don’t reveal until someone earns it.
This isn’t imperfection, it’s power. Because nothing draws eyes faster than beauty that can’t be neatly explained. The brushstrokes bleed like memories you’ve long since conquered, the splatters hint at chaos tamed, and the half-finished lines remind everyone you’re still becoming. Unapologetically.
Each canvas face stares outward, challenging the room. They don’t ask for attention, they command it. Together, they whisper: You are never one thing. You are many things. And that’s exactly why they can’t look away.
Surround yourself with it, and you won’t just be seen. You’ll be unforgettable.
