When I look in the mirror, I generally smile back at what I see. Sure there are lots of silver-grays, sure there’s plenty of pudge and a double chin, sure there’s an eyebrow hair to pluck, but it’s all me. And I like me. I really do.
Wasn’t always this way though, and I think that makes me smile even more. It used to be that when I looked in the mirror, I’d cry. No hyperbole there. I cried a lot fifteen years ago. I was lonely. I was empty. When I looked in the mirror I wanted to know why I felt so alone, why I WAS so alone and empty.
Then I made a huge change (with the change of the century) and I started finally really living life instead of sitting on the sidelines. I realized life is what you make of it.
And my life is pretty damn good.
So yeah…when I look in the mirror I like what I see and smile. If I don’t, who else will?
Daily Prompt: Mirror, Mirror
by michelle w. on July 5, 2013
Finish this sentence: “When I look in the mirror, I . . . “