“I have always been uncomfortable with my own gaze and yet curious for it nonetheless. Aren’t we all? Our own gaze, for males and females alike, tells the truth about who we are. It is, perhaps, the only time we can’t lie to ourselves or believe the lies we tell ourselves about who we are or wish we were or want to become.
We can stand there and list a series of affirmations about ourselves or we can tell the truth: I am growing old. I am not as old as I wish I were. I am getting fat. I am getting gaunt. I am growing a child. I am not. I like what I see. I hate what I see.”