11 – Reflections

Reflections can deceive you. Like carnival mirrors, minds stretch and distort your body into funhouse proportions and outlandish figures. Take off the white paint. Undo the frills of your collar. Realize this: you do not have to fit this mirror. It is a reflection of who you are (who I am). 

Wheels begin to turn. You decide to call a truce with your appearance. You don’t have to be happy, you don’t have to love the flap of your stomach or the red waves that course down your thighs, but you can manage them. Live with them. (I can live with them.)

Do you wave the white flag? Can you live with stretch marks and a stomach and a round face and little stick legs?