The other day I got ready for work, thinking I looked really cute in my jeans, ruffled lacy tank, and lace zipper jacket. I work one day a week at Festival of Flags, a little gift-wrapping and flag shop in Tyler. Unfortunately we weren’t very busy so no one got to see how cute my outfit was!
The next Thursday I dressed even cuter, and we had more business but not even one person made a comment about my outfit!
Today I realized why. I was shopping at a darling little boutique in Canton called LaurieAnna’s Vintage Home, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. There seems to be a HUGE difference in my perception of myself and how I really look to the world. My grandmother used to sum it up with these words: “I look in the mirror and I ask, ‘Who is that old woman?'”
Because you see, walking past that mirror was not the cute young woman I expected to see, but a chunky middle-aged woman with more than a bit of a muffin top and double chin. What the heck? When did THAT happen? I mean, I check myself in my mirror at home before I venture out into the world, but I certainly don’t see the image I see when I am in public!
Oh well. Who wants a skinny grandma, I always say. Not that I’m a grandma yet, but I could certainly pass for one. I guess I’ll always be 25, thin, and cute in my mind. Now to find mirrors that lie, at least a little.