It faded into the steamed glass fog my vision was becoming as cataracts in my fourteen-year-old eyes sought to claim what little sight remained to me. I looked into a mirror every day and watched myself be erased.
My dimpled smile transformed from curved lips and white teeth to the feeling of muscles tightening in a way that suddenly felt foreign and false. My voice, disjointed from my countenance, now felt ghost-like when a glance toward a mirror could no longer affirm it still came from my lips. Logic broke away from perception, and for over a year, I floated like a phantom in a body I could no longer see.