Success! Home after a day at work without once looking at my reflection. It helps to have Boyfriend around to confirm that I am at least vaguely presentable.
Avoiding my reflection in the office washroom actually made me more self-conscious than preening would have — stood at the sink with my head stubbornly bowed (I am going to become quite familiar with my hands this week) while my coworkers brushed their hair and reapplied lipstick. One other close call as I left for work this morning — trudged drearily into the elevator only to catch a spectral glance of myself in the mirror before whipping around to face the door.
For all that the point of this project isn’t to rag on image-consciousness, I do feel kind of liberated. Wonder how long it will last.