Sometimes I'm surprised by what I see in the mirror. Not because I hate who I see or am taken by surprise by my own beauty. Bleh. I'm trying to avoid the melodrama here. But sometimes a distortion does in fact take place. A visual translation I don't speak. Which leaves me standing there. Staring. Head at a tilt. Waiting for something to click. I know it's me. I recognize and acknowledge that basic fact. But for that moment, I look at her and wonder. And she wonders back.
Because the moment just before I looked in the mirror, I thought I knew what to expect when I got there. Because the moment just before, I was at peace. And now I'm not. And now I wonder if perception is reality, then maybe there are times I should avoid mirrors altogether.
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I think the "mirror" is my current favorite metaphor.
ReplyDelete"Not because I hate who I see or am taken by surprise by my own beauty. Bleh."