The Mirror Refuses To Testify
The first mirror I remember studying seriously was in the Aloe Vera dormitory at F.G.G.C. Abuloma. I was a girl in boarding school with low-cut hair, an A-line pinafore, and enough white Enchanteur talcum powder on my face to leave evidence on my green baby check daywear.
More than two decades later, I now wear my hair in locs, dyed a blend of starlight purple and midnight blue... Yet, the only constant was the mirror.