The reflection in the mirror
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
As some of you know, I'm in the process of a divorce. In fact, it may be finalized in a week.
During my marriage, I became someone I didn't recognize. My husband was so insistent in his opinions and preferences that mine seemed to fade into the background. I'm being diplomatic actually; the man ruled our house like a dictator. I was aware that I was stress eating, but I kept blaming it on my job. I didn't feel like myself. I didn't look like myself.
I don't think I realized how stressed I was at home until my husband moved out. Suddenly, I was the one making choices. And my choices were healthier--go to the gym right after work, eat a sensible dinner, don't bring home junk food from the grocery store, walk during a work break. All of a sudden, the weight started coming off. I'd catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and I'd think, "Hey, I remember you...." I'm noticing that my dimples are becoming more pronounced, my collarbones are becoming more distinct, and my eyes are shining. I'm starting to recognize the girl in the mirror. I missed her. She was fun. And regardless of what my ex says, she's perfect just the way she is.