What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Different mirror occasions. There are the standards: Hair check - makeup check - fix skirt - is-there-food-on-my-face - checking-myself-out-in-the-shop-window - do-i-look-skinny? and the sneaky-look-in-someone-else’s-glasses. Then those more obscure mirror antics that I’m pretty sure (hopefully) other people do too; the one where you’re trying something on and you stand in an impossibly awkward way and suck in your gut and hold your breath and kind of throw your shoulders back so your wobbly bits look less wobbly and you look more like what you think you’re supposed to look like. Or the ones where you kind of pinch at bits of fat on your thighs and pull your skin tight to see what it would look like kinda if you had lipo or something. Or the ones where you try really hard to bend your head around to see the reflection of your back because you wanna know what you butt looks like to other people. Anyway. I’ve had some very personal mirror experiences as well. I’ve sat and stared at my own face really close with a picture of my Mum and Dad and tried to work out whose eyes I have. I’ve had the come-home-drunk-at-4am-and-have-a-chat-with-my-reflection thing. How real is a reflection? If I point to my flaws and make a face and do that voice and say ‘WHY DO I HAVE ALL THESE STRETCH MARKS’ and my boyfriend says he can’t see them, maybe he’s the mirror I need sometimes. When I look in the mirror I see a girl who most of the time I like and sometimes I don’t. Only sometimes now, but it used to be a lot more. But I figure if I’m going to spend the rest of my life with me, I might as well love me. And my reflection.
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