I Don’t Know Whose Body I’m In

That Reflection is a G-Damned Liar.

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I don’t know whose body I’m in. Inside, I’m the same as I always have been. Spiritual, magical, mystical, enchanted, sparkly. But I don’t hold the same charisma. I’m not some 25-year-old Las Vegas bartender in Daisy Dukes weighing in at 125 pounds. Gone is the long, blond mane that I wore like a golden crown. My Cheshire Cat smile that used to take up…