I understand anorexics, in principle. I can see how they can look in the mirror and see a fat person. Because I can do the opposite. I look in the mirror, regularly, and approve. This morning I saw a taut bum, flat stomach and body in proportion. The face was still young, fresh, 30-something-ish.
But sometimes I’m walking down the street, and catch sight of this round, middle-aged woman reflected in a shop window. But she’s wearing my clothes. Carrying my handbag. Huh?
Wwhen I can’t avoid it, I am occasionally photographed. And look back at the image to see a woman who looks kinda like I think I might when I'm old.
In my head, I’m still young, slim, fit and athletic. I told someone that once. They laughed.
I prefer the image in my head.
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Ha ha, good one.
ReplyDeleteI hope the person who laughed when you said that wasn't your husband...
I'm with ya all the way. It's always in photographs that Mike takes that I think, whoa, Bridgett, what's going on here? But for some reason, the mirror doesn't say that to me. Hmm.
ReplyDeleteI love this sentence: "When I can’t avoid it, I am occasionally photographed." Photographs have always shown the worst of me, generally, but the worst is getting worse.
ReplyDeleteI look like my passport photo. Yikes.
ReplyDeleteNow that you aren't allowed to smile for your passport photo, I look like a snarling terrorist in mine.
ReplyDeleteI think I'm the only person in NZ pleased that we have to renew our passports every 5 years now, not 10 years. I have to live with my photo for only 4 1/2 more years. Hideous is an understatement.
ReplyDeleteOh and Helen - no it was not my husband. He suffers from the same mirror distortion problem I do!
Yep. I know the feeling. I know what I think I look like, then I catch a glimpse of myself. I see my mom some of the time, other times I'm not sure who that woman is.
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