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Mirror, Mirror...

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

When I was obese, I despised anything that showed me ME. Mirrors, photos, windows, reflections in shiny objects. One mirror would show me a decent version so I'd go about my day, but the mirror at my next destination made me feel inferior. What happened to the girl in the first mirror? The girl wearing the cute outfit and nice makeup? All I saw in the next mirror were blemishes and tent-like clothing. Where did she come from?

What a rough feeling to have. That an inanimate object can shoot your esteem (what's left of it, anyway) straight to hell. And quickly.

These days it's a little different. These days, I catch myself occasionally doing double and triple takes and I think, "Daaaaaaang, girl!!". Sort of cocky, yes. But I've worked for those moments. Most of the time though, I stop and ponder.

Is the reflection of this girl really me? Am I really making my dreams come true? Am I actually keeping this healthy promise to myself? Many times I just shake my head and get shy. Yes, I get shy in front of the mirror. And I look away.

Sometimes, I glance over again. The smile gets bigger.

Yep, that's really me, in front of my mirrored closet (in my Giants gear, no doubt, LoL).

My wish is that all of you can experience little moments like these. The good hair days, the cute skirts, the tops that accentuate your awesomeness, the killer heels that make your calves POP. It's more difficult to believe the compliments from others if you can't find your own kudos in the mirror. Or window. Or stainless steel fridge.

Don't be afraid to look in the mirror. Who do you see?
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