Ten Masks and One Question
I don’t know when I stopped seeing myself.
Maybe it was the first time I was told I look prettier when I smile.
Or the moment I realized no one wanted my anger.
Or when I saw that people only truly loved me when I was useful.
Or maybe…
I don’t even know when it happened.
Maybe I was too busy.
Too responsible.
Too accommodating.
Too focused on being good, being needed, being everything.
And somewhere along the way… I got lost.
So I began to create new faces.
Faces that are seen.
Faces that are liked.
Faces that make others comfortable.
And in a way — they comforted me too.
Because I loved those faces.
They helped me survive.
They helped me feel less naked.
I thought I wore them out of fear.
But sometimes, I wore them to be seen — to be adored.
Some masks were not shields,
but mirrors that made me feel beautiful.
And I… I didn’t want to take them off.
Some of my masks… I loved not because they saved me — but because they served me.
They gave me power. They gave me control. They made me feel admired.
They were not shields — they were crowns.
And I wore them proudly. Maybe I still do.
But if I love them so much… how do I know they’re not wearing me?
First there was one.
Then another.
And eventually…
I wasn’t sure anymore which one was looking into the mirror.
I have ten faces:
Strong.
Perfect.
Loved.
Funny.
Seductive.
Cold.
The Caretaker.
Polite.
Wise.
Ambitious.
Each of them had their moment.
Each of them was better at something than I was.
Each one gave me something — but took something, too.
And in time, they began to live lives of their own.
While I was left — somewhere in between.
And I started asking the question:
Which one of them is wearing me?
Or maybe… none of them?
And then came the question:
What if… I am all of them?
Or none at all?
What if these are just costumes I’ve worn for so long I forgot to take them off?
And if that’s true — then where is the real me?
Am I in between?
Underneath?
Or have I not yet been born?
The question won’t let me go.
Because if none of these faces are truly me…
then WHO AM I?
🎭 Ritual: Which Mask Do You Wear the Most?
✧ Step 1 – The Soul Mirror
Stand in front of a real mirror. Or open your front camera.
Look into your own eyes for 66 seconds — no adjusting, no smiling, no turning away.
Just… look. Let the silence speak first.
✧ Step 2 – The Whisper of the Mask
Close your eyes. Whisper this sentence:
“Not every mask is a lie. Some protected me.”
Now, take a breath and answer:
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Which mask do you wear… that no longer fits your soul?
✨ (Use the writing window below – no one will see it but you.)
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✧ Step 3 – The Circle of Masks
Enter the circle on the page.
Click on the mask that calls to you — not the one you “should” choose.
Let the description and reflection question meet you.
Respond honestly. You don’t need to be brave — just real.
✧ Step 4 – The Moment of Removal
Sit in stillness.
Place your hand gently on your face and whisper:
“I take it off now. I want to see myself. I want to return.”
If you feel ready:
Take a picture. Not for the world. For your own sacred memory.
Or just close your eyes and imagine the face beneath it all.
🕯️ You don’t have to burn the masks. Just… stop feeding them.
⬅️ Return to the Deep Mirrors series
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