A few days ago, I heaved my ass out of the house earlier than usual. When I walked into the locker room at the Y, I encountered a horde of grey-haired, old ladies. Seriously, it was like the rec center at a retirement community. Yes, I have grey hair. Yes, I have been qualified to join AARP for 4 years. But that’s not ME. I don’t belong with these people.
Is this what the kids at the barn see when they look at me?
Then, the shortest, oldest, most wizened of the women turned around … and … holy crap, I want arm muscles that look like hers.
(Why does judgment have a negative connotation? “You are wonderful.” is as much of a judgment as “You are horrible”. Yet when we say, “Don’t be judgmental.”, we mean the latter. But I digress.)
Do you agree with what you see in the mirror?
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2 thoughts on “Self-Perception”
I now see my mother looking out at me when I look in the mirror. Which is weird.
I don’t see relatives in the mirror, but I see my grandmother in my hands. Yeah, weird.
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