Every night, I would sit in this mirror, and every night I saw everything that occurred around me, in complete raw nakedness. Performing ritualistic tasks in front of the mirror became a necessity as I grew older when these things tend to apparently become important for young women. This was not a subject I cared much about, but it was as if I had no choice but to comply with such a custom. My mother was strict and outward presentation was her weapon. She was critical about every personal attribute on my being she saw as a deformity. The mirror does not lie, my mother would often tell me.