Lia Kapoor Part 1: The DM That Wasn’t Me The first thing I see when I wake up is my own face telling me not to ignore her. I say “her” because the mirror version of me on my lockscreen feels like a different person: last night’s eyeliner smudged, hair in a tragic bun, caption under my last selfie begging for the sun to rise late. The notification is from Insta. I swipe. My DMs have a new message from… me. My verified-not-verified, 1,247-followers, curated-just-enough-to-look-natural account. The blue circle next to my own name glows like an eye. I open…