Inner beauty is never found in the mirror.

When we look in the mirror what we see is a version of who we imagine we are. If we imagine we are beautiful, we find beauty. If we imagine we look tired and strained, we see someone tired and strained. The mirror does not reflect back some axiomatic truth. It reflects a version of what it sees that changes instantly.

In an invisible mirror you see your invisible self.

When I was young, a teen, fresh as a glass of water, my first lover said I should break the mirror and never seek on out again. He was right, of course.