What does the mirror show me today?
Fat or thin?
Curvy or lean?
Statuesque?
Rubenesque?
Grotesque?
Who is it I see;
do I love her?
hate her?
envy her?
feel disgusted by her?
see beauty in her?
Is this looking glass the same as it was yesterday?
or did I change?
Did I gain 2o pounds overnight?
How did I get so beautiful?
so ugly?
so fair?
so foul?
When did I get so old?
Why do I look so young?
Am I letting myself slide?
I look like I climb.
This mirror shows me my body -
one aspect of this humanity.
It does not reflect my essence,
my intelligence,
the recesses of my heart,
my anger,
my animus,
my love.
It reflects the non essential,
the secondary,
the minor.
Yet, I am drawn back
continuously
to judge myself harshly
by the image I see.
You always speak to me.
Kindred spirits. Same crazy.
I love it debt!
Deb
Thank you, Joshie!
Thank you for the reminder Deb… As I age, the mirror is all the above… Thank you for reminding me that it is not.me. This body was in fact, none of my doing. It was willed to me, bequeathed to me, thrusted upon me. But WHO I AM, is TOTALLY UP TO ME!!! I have to keep telling myself that as the wrinkles come, as things sag and break down…. I.am.still….me
And I REALLY like who you are!