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