We carry a mirror within ourselves and never stop looking into it.*
Don’t be a crybaby! shouts a man into the phone. The sun timidly breaks through the curtains, an ambulance can be heard in the distance. Behind the wall, the melody from The Nutcracker plays. It’s like a refrain, repeating every Thursday. We are the sum of all the people we have met, I read while having coffee.
I can’t shake the feeling that I’m in a cage. Subjected to constant evaluation, measurement. 'You must shine,' I read on a billboard.
Do we exist only in the gaze of others, their acceptance and approval? I am fascinated by the psychological portrait of a human being. How do we become who we are? How many factors influence the perception of the environment, of other people? In the eyes of others, we are created somewhat like Frankensteins?
Apparently, all psychological research is an expression of the desire to understand and heal oneself and the people who raised us?**
*“Beauty Obsession” by Dr. Renee Engeln
**“Emotional Inheritance” by Dr. Galit Atlas"
