This week, the Gypsy Mama has given us the prompt “When I look in the mirror, I see…”
When I look in the mirror I see someone I recognise, but someone I don’t know at all. Mad hair that needs a cut, wrinkles that have crept up, pale blue-grey eyes with bags below (a by-product of a busy life teaching!), a spot under my nose (who gets spots in their thirties? I ask you…), rosy cheeks, skin that is finally starting to bounce back after the long, harsh winter and its winds.
I see a big cheesey grin, so much a part of who I am and how I look at the world. Always choosing joy, going for the good stuff, the glass eternally hall-full. Or just plain full….
I see a body I’m working hard to change, a body which feels like an enemy, like a heavy burden I have to bear. I also see new muscles starting to firm up in my calves, and the re-appearance of a waist. This is a pleasant revelation.
As I look in the mirror, I realise it’s not very often I look, really, truly, honestly look in the mirror. Sure I glance as I cleanse, work out, check my teeth for spinach, but it’s rare I often look at myself at length. I’m sad about some of what I see, but pleased to see other things….I think most of all, I look friendly. I think if I met me, I’d think I was an open and happy person. And I think for the most part, I am.