Mirror Mirror On The Wall …

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When I look into a mirror, it is usually with trepidation. I never quite know what I shall see. The majority of the time I can see only the flaws, and yet just occasionally when the light is low and soft and I am at peace with the world, then what I see makes me content.

Beauty is a funny old business. What one person finds attractive, another finds repellent. But what do I see in the mirror?

I see a vibrant woman full of life with hopes and dreams. I see gentle creases from a life lived with laughter and joy. I see a strong, proud body that has carried children and hands, arms and legs that have worked tirelessly and with vigour throughout.

And yet sometimes I still see the little girl crying, needing, wanting her mother. I see the lost look in her pale eyes as she craves the security of love. I see a tired face lined from the incessant ravages of life and the vacant stare at the fear of facing the future.

With minimal effort we can show the world one face, and yet hiding behind the shield may be something remarkably different. Or perhaps we simply change like the tides, depending on what life or perhaps God throws at us.

Yes, beauty is a funny old business.

Katie xx

How do you see yourself? What do you see in the mirror?

35 thoughts on “Mirror Mirror On The Wall …”

  1. This is such an interesting one! And I want to really weigh my words because this is hard to say without sounding like I’m the worst person on the entire planet: I like me! I look at myself and feel at peace, sometimes I even think “wow, I’m quite pretty!”. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t look in the mirror and see Cameron Diaz. I look in the mirror and see an (almost)43-yearold woman I genuinely like. I could have a smaller arse, straighter and whiter teeth, weigh 10 kilos less, not have massive hobbit feet, be 20 years younger, have brown eyes and dark curly hair (instead of boring grey eyes and stupid Scandinavian hair that refuses anything resembling a hairstyle), BE Sofia Vergara yes actually BE her, be more toned, have longer legs, smaller this or bigger that, be more this or less that or better the other. Whateverrrrrrrrrrrrr! So no, I don’t consider myself God’s gift to humanity, but I genuinely feel good in myself and whatever the plethora of imperfections in my face or along my body I feel OK with. Yes, sometimes I have a shitty day and feel lousy and ugly and fat or what have you. I also feel self conscious on the beach because my arse really is massive and I have cellulite. I have insecurities but assume most of us do although some people aren’t brave enough to say so. But FUCK IT, most of the time I just don’t care and most of the time I like me – a lot! – despite my crooked teeth, stupid Scandie hair, enormous bottom and big man feet.

    I think I agree with you though that what I see reflects how I feel inside. On a shitty day I’m probably more likely to allow my eyes to get stuck on wrinkles or wobbly bits or whatever else Vogue Magazine would have me believe I shouldn’t have.

    Anyway, I don’t know where I was going with this… 🙂

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    1. Ha! Well, I have size seven feet so am not exactly delicate and have a propensity to trip over them rather a lot. I’ve always rather envied those with pretty little feet, my husband says that they are like crows feet. Nice!! You’re right though, what I see completely depends on my mood and also how well I’m looking after myself. I think that why I love the summer so much, being tanned and out in the sun and the world is the most glorious place. Too much drizzly rain and … meh! I’d love to be one of those women who look fabulous after a workout. I am just puce in the face … 😂


    1. Well if it’s any consolation, in your picture you look wonderful! My mother used to tell me that as we age, we need to have a permanent smile on our faces and keep our chin slightly raised and of course Barbara Cartland (God bless her!) used to wear vibrant colours around her face to combat ageing. I think I should try these tricks! I’ll let you know if they work!

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  2. I used to not be able to look at myself in the mirror. The image I saw just repulsed me. I’ve come a long way since then. I can bear it now. I see a person who is unremarkable, who gets looked over, and lost in a crowd.

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      1. Ha! Don’t worry, I once went into Mac Makeup and they gave me the full works. When I came out I noticed that I was getting a load of looks, but figured that this was positive! The vain fool that I was! The makeup had oxidised and I’d turned orange! Literally like an Oompah Loompah! 😂😂

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  3. I see my dad!! There is no doubt over my paternity! It’s weird looking at your face in the mirror though because rarely is it so still in life. I find it easier to watch myself on video, which I have to do a lot for work, as I come to life then. A colleague once told me I always look like I am listening intently because I furrow my brow. I now value my wiggly eyebrows and wrinkled forehead because they are a sign of deep concentration and empathy!! 😂

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  4. What you’ve written here is beautiful. I’m like you in seeing that child in need sometimes, but the arms and legs who have had to work so hard, I don’t see those in a positive, proud way as you eloquently described here. I know I *should.* I don’t, though.

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    1. Thank you … I do understand. It’s like when people say, “you should be happy”. It’s all well and good, but they’re not in your head! CBT is brilliant however at changing the thought processes, but it does take a lot of constant work.


  5. I enjoyed this Katie and your words are beautiful. I see a woman who is happy in herself and enjoying this. midlife journey. I agree with your mother, a smile does a lot for our faces and I always try to find one 🙂

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    1. You’re so right… of course it helps if I don’t have a spot on my chin though, or in my case this evening Turmeric from cooking on my cheek which is proving rather difficult to remove 😬. But you’re right, it’s how we are inside that is the important thing and worth remembering. I do think I’m rather shallow sometimes!! Xx

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  6. Yes it is a funny old business, life. Especially when one looks in the mirror and sees that actual monkey staring back at you. Sometimes I see an old wrinkled dog, like one of those Sharpaei’s and other times, the very chimp from your picture. That’s enough to make me want to run back into bed and scream for my mum from underneath the covers. The worst time is when I get struck down with an illness like the Norovirus stomach bug I caught just before Christmas. Coming from a genetically slim family, there’s nothing of me at the best of times, so because I have no flesh reserves, 4 days of not eating really takes it out of me. I was horrified one day (yes I know I’m going off topic, but I’m on a roll now…) I got out of the shower, looked into our long-length mirror and gasped. Gollom was staring back at me and there was nothing precious about my bones. It’s then I remember that just as much as I hate being skinny, larger people hate their fat and it gets them down, so I must try to appreciate being thin and just make sure I eat well during the times of health. Great post! xxx

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    1. Ha! “Gollom was staring back at me …!!” Oooh I know just how you feel. I’m a scrawny thing, always have been; and if I do ever put on weight it’s never in the right places (ie in my face to push out some of my wrinkles or in my bust so that I look better endowed than my husband) … oooh life is cruel! Xxx

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