The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.
Don't stare into a mirror when you are trying to solve a problem.
Something is sticking out its tongue at me from the corner of my mirror.
Seeing my malevolent face in the mirror, my benevolent soul shrinks back.
Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.
When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.