Paradoxically enigmatic

Whenever she looked into the mirror, she saw a paradox, a living contradiction. Faithful yet detached, committed yet relaxed, gentle yet tough, loving everyone yet in love with no one, passionate yet platonic. All she saw was enigma, a confused soul, an unraveled secret. A model of clay fashioned to feel the turmoil of emotions, to encounter the myriad of thoughts, coherent and incoherent alike.