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Ever since my legs stopped working and I needed a wheelchair, mirrors have become an enemy. My reflection is not my friend.When you stop walking, you sort of turn into a muffin-like being, you begin to take on the shape of a blob of cookie dough. Your face loses it's definition and your muscles just sort of say "adios!" and unless you starve yourself, your belly gets puffy and soft, like a sad little blobfish.It's not something I like to think about, hence... minimum mirror time.Love,Amy(Life In A Wheelchair part 1 - audio)