Imagine being the fairest in all the land and your own mirror tells you this day in and day out. Your own personal groupie.
I am going to be honest...I do not own such a mirror. And if I did, I likely wouldn't believe it since I have been programmed by the advertising world to see all my faults.
Almost every morning I glance at my 'out-of-bed' reflexion (on route to pee) and think "really?! This is how I look?...wow". To be clear, I am not blown away by the beauty that is my image, but rather amazed that my own looks don't raise the children from their slumber immediately.
It doesn't end there. Every washroom break, shower, and changing of my clothes, has me criticizing my being. I see the unmanaged locks. I see the pores. I see the crows feet and the unsymmetrical aging of my left side and right side. I see the cellulite on my rear end and spreading to the back of my legs (this takes particular effort, since I have to get a mirror to view my backside). I see my thin eyebrows (passed down from my mom), my aging mouth, my lack of a six pack, and my nothing breasts (I don't want big breasts...but perky, round, and ...perky). I see it all. I look for it. I have been programmed to dislike my physical self.
And then it dawns on me. I look back at photos of yesteryear....and I don't see what I loathed about myself back then. I can't help but wonder how much joy I have stolen from myself being concerned about bullshit. Stuff that doesn't matter when the years have passed. The little stuff. The lines creasing from my eyes as a photo captures my laugh in a single moment of time. A laugh. Not a before shot of plastic surgery. A laugh.
I have enough things taken from me, without me hijacking my own happiness by fixating on stuff that only I see, or better yet, stuff I have been brainwashed to see.
Mirror mirror on the wall...Shut up. I have LIFE to live.
Stay happy and healthy
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I'm not the optimum weight. That would be my sister. (A fact that my sister, my mother, and my husband have reminded me of at times.) But when I see a woman in public ... regardless of weight ... who is beautiful ... yes, beautiful, because of the vision she presents, I know that weight isn't the bottom line. I have recently changed physicians, and in so doing, have gotten more of a handle on the issues affecting my health. As a result, I feel better about myself and am able to let go of the benchmarks of youth and can move forward with my life in a positive way. It's all good.
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