Standing in front of a full length mirror has become a daily ritual for me. It’s funny because before I started on my fitness journey, I never did. I guess I knew what I would see. And if I didn’t face myself, I didn’t have to blame myself or do anything to change that reflection.
Everyday, I look for any small improvement. Everyday, I see how much further I have to go. Everyday, I see how much has changed. I’m not 20 or 30 anymore.
“Mirrors are perpetually deceitful. They lie and steal your true self. They reveal only what your mind believes it sees.”
Dee Remy, There Once Was A Boy
Today, in a moment of nostalgia, I step in front of the looking-glass. The flaws are all still there but I see something different.
In my face, I see my parents. That comforts me. Their wisdom and strength has been passed on to me as much as my brown eyes and dominant chin.
On my shoulders, the freckles remind me of my youth, of fun days in the sun. And the severe burn from a Florida family vacation.
My round hips remind me of how I would prop my sons on them to carry them anywhere and everywhere. I could do all the housework with them hanging off one side of me.
The spider veins in my legs reflect a life well-travelled. From the sandy beaches of San Diego to the top of the Eiffel Tower.
Is this my true self? A reflection of what I’ve been thru? A reflection of memories and days gone by?
Look in the mirror. Really look. What do you see?