The reflection of me I see in the side mirror of my car as I'm sitting in the passenger seat is one that doesn't make me cry.
On long trips, Jim usually drives and I ride shotgun. Back in the old days, I'd catch a glimpse of myself in the side mirror and all I could see was the rolls above/below my bra line and roll that separated my head from my shoulders. It always made me feel so bad inside. I could never quite believe I looked like "that."
I will admit to being a little narcissistic about the me that flashes in that same mirror these days. She always surprises me. And I probably stare at her a little longer than I should. Or find reasons to sneak another peek.
I hope that's not conceited. It's honestly and purely just ... wonder.
1 comment:
And stare, you should. Admire your hard work...you deserve it! :)
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