As a kid, Marissa sat in front of her mirror with knees pulled to her chest, music blaring from a hot pink iPod Nano. Looking into her own eyes was like looking through a snowglobe’s crystal dome, into her own imagination.

In front of that mirror, she imagined who she’d grow up to be, planted the saplings of her personal philosophies, and conceived her first stories.

This is a collection of what she saw in that snowglobe, this time in her preferred medium.

Introducing Essays from the Mirror, a personal blog.