I live on my own. My reflection's the only other thing that moves in the house. It's

kept me company for 44 years. Always the same and always different. I've seen the little

child who thought my ears were too big. The teenager who cut up our eyebrows because

they were too bushy. The adult with strength and mischief in our eyes. I can see my parents

in there and their parents too. The thick black hair my granddad used to keep tidy with

fatally. And I can see sadness that I'll never pass on the family inheritance of laughter

to kids in my eye. That's what I see reflected. How about you? Sometimes I have stood in front

of the mirror and tried to wonder who this person is. Is it something different than

what I am? Is that me or is this me? And you look at yourself and you say, this is our

body, this is what we are and one day it's going to be totally gone.

Mirrored, a reflection by Kathy Fitzgerald, for the BBC World Service.

So my parents are Buddhists and every Saturday someone from their district told the meeting

at their house and today it was my mum's turn. So there's some chance to go. Yeah, so that's

what it sounds like bees. Yeah. I own age 11, lives in Canberwell, London, loves to dance, plans

to wear orange trousers when she's grown up. So imagine you're an artist doing a self-portrait.

How would you describe your face? I like my small stubby nose and I've got a really big smile

and I got big cheekbones from my mum. Yeah, not such a big forehead though. Deep brown eyes and my

face is light brown. Everyone said I've got a washboard tummy. Yeah, I've got really big feet too.

I'm size seven. Do you like your feet? Yes. You don't you don't mind that they're big? No.

Do you think you can see the kind of person you are on the inside from the outside? Yeah.

Some people say that eyes give away the soul or something. So if you look in your eyes can you see

your soul? Yeah. What does your soul look like? A great ball of blue. I always thought a soul would be

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