Are You Accidentally a Narcissist on Social Media?
It was shortly before church, Easter Sunday, 1993, and I was dressed to the nines. But I didn’t think so.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror unamused, as I just couldn’t put my finger on what was bothering me. Was it the uncomfortable dress socks suffocating my legs? Was it the renegade ‘Alphalpha’ pieces of hair coming apart from the intentional part in my hair? Maybe the color of my shirt? Maybe the fact that a smile eluded me upon seeing myself in the bathroom mirror? Regardless, I made it clear to my mom that this little man didn’t like what he saw looking back at him in that reflection.
As I left the bathroom, walking down the hallway frustrated, I remember hearing her in the kitchen say to my dad in a hurriedly, pleading hushed voice, “Please, tell him he looks good!”
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