Face-to-face with yourself. There is nowhere you can go. You are literally trapped in a cape of emotion. The mirror takes you in. This is you.
You probably think of yourself as a decent-looking person, possibly with a good heart and a kind soul. This can't be you, right? Is this really me?
But still, no matter what you do, it happens every time on that cold leather seat.
That place, my friends, is the salon.
"IS THIS WHAT I REALLY LOOK LIKE?!?!?" you scream internally. "IS THIS IS WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SEE?!?!?!" you quietly think. "I DON'T EVEN WANT TO LOOK ANYMORE." It only gets worse.
The salon makes you question everything.
It opens your eyes and takes you to the darkest place.
You will see a side of yourself you don't deserve to see.
And this person gets to witness it all.
In 20 minutes you will (hopefully) look like a different person (but probably not in those mirrors and that overhead lighting). Everything will be (slightly) better, but one thing's for sure: That memory of the mirror monster will never fade.