A mirror-like surface on The Hillsborough River, FL. Photo stolen with permission (oxymoron) from DLW.
Mirrors hold secrets. And a lot of those secrets should be kept, well, a secret. Is that a pimple on my chin? Yikes! I think I saw a white hair on my head. God, look at those eyebags. If you put me next to a panda, you won’t be able to tell the difference.
Sometimes, when I stand in front of a mirror, the image I see is not what I like. Sure, a lot of people are like that. I want to be slimmer, or prettier, or taller or shorter. Yes shorter! I know tall girls who think their heights are a disadvantage.
But as i grow older (yikes!), I realized looks are immaterial. It’s nice to look gorgeous and all, but what lies beneath are more important. I personally rather channel my energy on other pressing issues than to be completely fixated with looks. My face is happy with just water and soap. My pores however are not. Ok maybe I’ll get a tube of facial scrub on my way back. Hah!
hazrock, looking normal in a fun mirror at the carnival