On the most part, as a middleclass, middle-aged, educated white woman, when it comes to the media and pop culture, I’m everywhere...so really, you’d have thought I’d bump into me every day, but that’s just the point, I don’t. Until this moment I honestly didn’t understand the true value of being able to see yourself reflected back at you, the power of stumbling across your own image and feeling that warm wash of validation...I didn’t understand how “other” you feel when images like yourself simply don’t exist, until they do.