Mirror, Mirror

It’s all to familiar, that task of picking ourselves apart. We stand in front of the mirror adding up all of our flaws and making a game plan for improvement. It would be so freeing to glance into that mirror, give ourselves an approving smile and move on with our day. The mirror just never seems to let me walk away that easily. Some where between picking at my face and wondering if my muffin top is to over the top in these pants (pun intended). I get sucked into the endless black hole of self evaluation.

Skin discoloration, I need a lighting cream and maybe some laser treatments.

Fine lines, injectable fillers here I come.

Grey hairs, thank the hair gods I’m a hairdresser.

Adult acne, put the call in to the dermatologist (maybe they can see me in six months)

Cottage cheese thighs, where to even begin!

How can one possibly change the self deprecating recording in our head if every time we look in the mirror we confirm that recording is true. If we could only truly not be bothered by what is staring back at us.

I have put posted notes on the mirrors in my house that read things like “Give yourself a compliment” and “Ease up, your looking good”. I’m determined to view myself in a positive way, I’m dedicated to reclaiming my attributes, I know there my Mom told me so, LOL.

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