“She looks like you. She looks a lot like you. She moves like you, smiles like you, and talks like you.”
I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t even take my eyes off of the computer’s screen. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.
It can’t be. I was still in shock, in denial. No…it just can’t…
I wanted to grab the scissors and cut my hair. I wanted to use the remaining henna and dye it. I wanted to visit my ophthalmologist and buy colored contact lenses. I wanted to…
But I didn’t.
If I did, I wouldn’t be me. And this self-love, my narcissism, stopped me.
A part of me wanted to get to know her. We could be best buddies, share fandoms, and talk about our common interests.
Another part didn’t want to. Meeting her would be weird and awkward. People are going to compare us. We might end up competing.
I click on a video, wait for it to load, then it plays. I sit still and watch.
She looks like me.
She looks a lot like me.
She moves like me.
She smiles like me.
She talks like me.
But she is not me.