The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.

Something is sticking out its tongue at me from the corner of my mirror.

Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.

Don't stare into a mirror when you are trying to solve a problem.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

Seeing my malevolent face in the mirror, my benevolent soul shrinks back.