On the Wall
Who's the Fairest of them all?
Is it me?
Is it me?
*sigh*
Oh, how I wish it was me.
***
I am looking in the mirror, staring at my reflection.
I think that's a new grey hair.
I need to call for an appointment for my roots.
I must remember to do that today.
In fact, I will email myself a reminder (from my phone that's in the bathroom with me - God forbid we are separated) - because there is no chance I will remember when I get downstairs and then tomorrow morning I will look in the mirror and think exactly the same thing.
To: sarahllee01
Re: make hair appointment
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I lean in with the tweezers.
I think one eyebrow is higher than the other.
I am NEVER going back to that salon again.
Now it is going to take me months to get my eyebrows the same height again.
What is WRONG with these people?
I plug the straightener in.
Why do I always have a kink in that one spot on the left side?
Maybe I will get Japanese straightening done to my hair and then I won't ever have this problem again.
It is probably $1300.
Worth it?
I'll take the kink.
I can't justify $1300 on hair straightening.
I pull the make up case out.
Is that a new wrinkle?
I don't think that was there yesterday.
I'm aging.
I can't be aging.
I'm not even WORKING.
Don't you need stress to age?
I don't even have ANY.
It is definitely a new wrinkle.
I get dressed and walk over to the full length mirror.
No, no.
No!
That can't be.
Is my chest sinking??
How is this happening???
I've spent my entire life wanting a breast reduction and now I want balloons inserted and a lift.
Please God, don't make me go to Victoria's Secret for a push up bra.
Is it really that time?
This is a tragic moment in history.
Please let me hide this well.
To: sarahllee01
Re: Victoria's Secret push up bra
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***
We all do it, don't we?
Filters on our posts hide the lines.
Our heels make us taller.
High waisted pants make us appear slimmer.
Some dye here, a tuck there.
A chemical peel.
A float spa.
A vegan diet.
A paleo diet.
A south beach diet.
A bulletproof diet.
A diet of whatever the latest fad and craze claims will fix/ adjust/ cure us from the inevitability of aging or the extra pounds that creeped up.
At all costs, we take whatever road we can travel and afford to keep us tucked in, primped up and pulled together to defy all odds of the natural aging process in life.
***
Does it matter?
Yep, that's what I said.
Does it matter??
Let me give you an example.
I can remember, as a child, my Mother being over the moon for Robert Redford and Tom Selleck.
I mean, all in.
At the time, I thought she was ridiculous.
I mean, the mustache?
Really????
How on earth does she find that attractive?
Clearly something is wrong with her because Tom Selleck is not all that, except maybe his Mustang.
(I just looked it up and it's a Ferrari. Wee bit higher up the food chain than the Mustang. Not that there is anything wrong with a Mustang but I feel this should be noted.)
The point is, she found Tom Selleck attractive and I thought she was nuts.
I might potentially find Tony Romo or Taylor Kinney attractive (just saying) and many other women may not.
(But trust me, plenty do)
(And seriously, if you don't know who they are, just google and watch a few video clips and you're welcome for the next amazing crush of your life....)
I do not notice if one eyebrow is higher than the other (ok well I might if it was CLEARLY off), or if they have a speck of grey in their hair, or if there was a minut flaw.
What we notice is character.
When we associate or want to associate with someone, it is their character, not their appearance, that we gravitate to.
Their qualities, their natural tendencies, the true nature of who they are as a human being.
Their values, what they represent, who they are beneath the mask.
We are drawn like a magnet to a mirror of who we want to be.
Yet we obsess over our own mirrors and many times get lost that we are so much more than our physical reflection.
***
In another life, outside of this planet and this existence, perhaps we are all just a halo of light.
Just an energetic form without any cells or physical existence.
Our spirit, our everlasting light, beyond the body we know now.
Just love.
In that domain, the one we don't talk about, or discuss "proof" of existing, we are all equal.
We are all love.
There are no wrinkles, no tan lines (sadly) and no roots.
There is no war, no prisons and no anger.
In that world, when you ask the question -
Mirror, Mirror
On the Wall
Who's the Fairest of them all?
Is it me?
Is it me?
Is it me?
The answer is simple.
"why yes, it is all of you.
You were all made equal.
Your life was a gift of love".
