For most women mirrors are rarely a friend. We stare into them from the time we are children until we are very old. We are seeking courage and the self-confidence to face the world. Mirrors never tell the truth, they give us a two dimensional almost static image of what we look like and never shows who we are. I say static, because although we are moving, we tend to pose.
A glance into the mirror can either make or break a day for an overwhelming number of women. Catch that image in a super bright light and every pore is gigunta. florescent lights give us that sickly green color that isn’t in this Spring. And don’t get me started about profiles. Is my nose really that long, head that flat?
Mirrors never draw our eyes to our best features, but rather to the areas we are self-conscious of, or always hated since we were twelve. You twist in an awkward way to stare at your rear in the white skirt. Can my butt really be that big? How can it look any other way when you are in that position? And if it is almost that big, so what? Look what a butt did for J Lo and Beyoncé.
Aside from assuring us that we don’t have spinach between our teeth, mirrors do us few favors. Sure we need them to apply makeup, comb our hair, and check for zits, but don’t let them define how you feel about yourself.
We already know we are not eighteen anymore, with a seamless face and naturally, shiny, hair. The mirror needn’t confirm it. Don’t define yourself by that mirror image. Remember back when you were eighteen. You weren’t ever happy with that reflection. Its only years later when you see an old photograph that you realize how lovely you truly were.
After doing your daily ablutions, slapping on your lipstick or not, forget about what the mirror try to say to you. We are so much more than that. We are a smile, a kind gesture, a valid opinion and a bounce in our step. We are Love, a Heart, a Soul.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful of all? We are, of course.