Real Mirrors

Now, a man may not agree with this following statement, but there ARE such things as fat mirrors. At least that is what I’m going to tell myself, and my friends all seem to support me, unless they’re just too shy to tell me that I’m 300 lbs and covered in cellulite. I like to think that I’m a realistic person and that I see things how they are and not just how I want them to be…most of the time at least, but as I was at the tanner yesterday (stop rolling your eyes, I’m going on vacation and don’t want to get a sunburn) I looked in the mirror and the creature that I saw looking back at me WAS NOT ME! I realize that I’ve packed on a few pounds and no longer have the body I had when I was 18, my babies have given me a few pride marks on my belly, and the things that used to be perky…well, not so much anymore, but that was not me in that mirror. This was obviously a fat mirror.

There are certain places in life where fat mirrors should be, and certain places that they should NOT be! I would say that buffet lines at the casino, the spare bedroom that your mother-in-law stays in when she visits, and the McDonald’s bathroom are excellent places to strategically place a fat mirror…oh, and maybe the gym (just so you have that motivation to keep going), but that one is still questionable.  But a tanning salon…really? I’ve noticed that there other places that strategically set up real mirrors that reflect a completely accurate and self-esteem building portrayal of yourself. (There is no such thing as a skinny mirror, that is the real YOU!) I’ve seen these mirrors at every store in the mall, at every dance club and bar, however the memories of the real mirrors at the bars are a bit clouded.

It’s so weird how much your perception of yourself can change by looking in a mirror…sad really, and scary for anyone that has a daughter. In the past I’ve had self-image issues, but I feel that I didn’t really get to know myself or my body until I erased the scales, took the make-up away (unless it’s a special occasion…my own wedding for instance), and began to only use the mirror to pop zits and tweeze the werewolf eyebrows rather than stare into it every day to find my flaws. I thought that I was over this stuff, and I am for the most part, but it’s crazy how one fat mirror can change the course of your entire day in an instant and bring back those 19 year old insecurities once again. It’s a new day though, and I am still looking forward to my vacation on the beach and my week long breakfasts of Bloody Marys and not having to pack any underwear…because I’ll be in my 2 piece bathing suit ALL WEEK! Don’t worry, I already have plans of doing a little shopping for a few last minute items and a few sneak peeks of real mirrors!