The Birth of the Self

In the beginning, it had the exact same pose as the previous portrait.
Looking at the face identical to hers, she was convinced that this was not her.
"Impossible. How can two portraits be exactly the same?"
She tweaked its joints, opened its eyes, and made its fingers softer.
She looked happy when all the changes were done.
"Completely different from yesterday. This is more like who I am today."