Photo: Sai Mokhtari This story was originally published on May 19, 2016. I am six years old, in the first grade girls' bathroom with my friend. We are washing our hands. We turn off the faucets when we're done and look up at the mirror above the sinks before drying off. We see each other in the reflection, and we smile. This memory has stayed with me for 19 years, and I don't quite know why. What I do know is that really seeing oneself, and really seeing other people, are probably the hardest th...
Photo: Sai Mokhtari This story was originally published on May 19, 2016. I am six years old, in the first grade girls' bathroom with my friend. We are washing our hands. We turn off the faucets when we're done and look up at the mirror above the sinks before drying off. We see each other in the reflection, and we smile. This memory has stayed with me for 19 years, and I don't quite know why. What I do know is that really seeing oneself, and really seeing other people, are probably the hardest th...
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