Sometimes, when she felt like she was right on the edge of losing her humanity entirely, she’d afford herself a quick glance in the mirror at her old self. She’d smile at her full lips, freckles, and frizzy mop of untamed curls. And as quickly as she’d appear, she would disappear. She mourned her. Resented how unappreciated she’d been. The loss of herself had been the hardest to bear.