You roast your reflection like the Artist who made you wasn’t in the room.

The way people speak to themselves about their own face and body would end a friendship if it were said out loud to anyone else. It becomes so habitual that it stops registering as cruelty, just an accurate report, which is exactly how it keeps running. Nothing about that voice makes you better at anything, and it is not honesty.

Catch one of those sentences this week and notice that you would never say it to a friend. Do not replace it with forced praise, which rarely sticks. Just stop finishing the sentence, and let the mirror be uneventful.