The face you’re picking apart at fifteen is one you’ll miss at forty.

Self-scrutiny at that age is unusually brutal and unusually inaccurate. You are looking at one feature at a time, up close, comparing it to images built to be compared against. Nobody else sees you that way; they see a whole face in motion. Later you will find a photograph from this year and wonder what you thought was wrong.

Try a smaller intervention than learning to love how you look. Stop zooming in, stop checking twice before you leave, and notice how much of the criticism arrives in front of a mirror rather than in front of people.