I don’t know about you, but I have an interesting relationship with mirrors. There are some days when we are best friends and those, of course, are the days when it tells me how thin, beautiful, kind and level-headed I am. There are other days when all I want to do is hurt it. I imagine doing something like throwing my hand into it or putting a sheet over it.
I’m realizing, lately, that the problem I have isn’t really with a reflective inanimate object. To be honest, I would have preferred that problem to the one I actually have: the problem with myself. I’m getting deep here – metaphorical and real mirrors, people. Am I alone in this?
The worse my attitude is the less appealing my body appears to me. It’s not something I ever thought to put together. There are days when I wake up well rested-ish (I was going to say well rested, but that doesn’t really happen to parents), I have my coffee in hand and it’s drunk while still hot, my face is good and clear, my kids aren’t fighting and I get to work on time. On those days, it’s a pretty good bet I’m going to feel and act great for most of the day. Now, if my coffee spills, or my kids are stressing me out, or work has gotten away from me, my attitude shifts and BAM; there goes everyone’s day.
It gets worse if my good fitting pants are in the wash and the only shirts I have left are loose and/or ratty. Those are the moments that I know the world is ending. Continue reading “Mirror, mirror……You got me.”