Newflash: Mirrors Lie

Friday, April 4, 2014
Here I am.

It's 8:00 am on a Friday and I have done absolutely NOTHING. 

I have been standing in front of my bathroom mirror for the past hour... 

Originally I came in here to brush my teeth, but that was before I was met by the not so lovely reflection of myself in the mirror. You know what? Strike that..."not so lovely" is a serious understatement this morning. Maybe hideous is a better word to use. 

Yuck. 

My hair is falling out of the very messy bun I put it in last night. Just when I though a messy bun couldn't get messier, it just did. Plus I have strands of fuzzy lose ends heading east, west, north, and south. And don't mention the fact that I seriously need to shower... nasty greasy roots. 

My eyes... Well, if you can somehow see past the seemingly chronic purple bags under my eyes, you'll notice that I still haven't figured out how to cover up the section on my lower right eyelid where no eyelashes grow (stupid chicken pox). Or the fact that until I curl them, my eyelashes are straighter than a yardstick... And look especially thin today, why do they look so thin? 

My teeth are definitely not white... More like a yellowish-white... Or I guess I could say cream... That sounds more "elegant" right? And wowzy...my lips sure look dry...I gotta do something about that. 

My forehead is red from the allergic reaction I got from the cream I was using to get rid of the zits that I'm NOT supposed to be getting anymore (hello, I'm 21!!).

My right eye is a bit higher than my left. 

My nose is too big. 

My cheeks are too round. 

My chin is too pointy. 

My eyebrows need plucked.

I need a tan.

Or two...

Or three...

Except I can't tan because I don't want to add to my growing collection of freckles. 

Sigh.

The mirror has been leading me to believe, for the past hour, that I am not beautiful. 

And I was starting to believe it.

Until I remembered that mirrors lie. 

Billboards lie.

Television lies. 

The magazines lie. 

The internet lies. 

Ever beauty isle in every grocery store is lying too. 

Because lipsticks and perfectly smooth golden skin does not define beauty. 

The mirror doesn't know that the bags under my eyes came from staying up all night with a sick baby. 

The mirror doesn't know that I chose to read stories to my daughter, rather than take a shower. 

The mirror doesn't tell me that the wrinkles by my eyes come from laughing over and over again because life is good.  

The mirror doesn't tell me that my smile may not be perfectly white, but it's real. 

The mirror doesn't tell me that my hair is messy because giggling under the blanket with my child was more important that perfect locks.

The mirror doesn't tell me I'm beautiful. 

It tells me I'm flawed. It tells me I'm not good enough. It tells me I need work.

It lies to me. 

Because on a good hair day or not, make up or none, dress or sweats, I am beautiful.

Because being beautiful is more than having a pretty face, its more than wearing gorgeous clothes, and its more than looking like an airbrushed, photo-shopped, 5' 11 super model.

I am surrounded in very very beautiful people.

Like the lady who showed up at my door with freshly baked bread, for no other reason than because she wanted me to know she cared. Or the man who ran for a good 2 blocks to catch up to me when I dropped 20 dollars from my pocket. Then there was the boy who searched the store to find me and let me know I left the lights on in my car. And the girl who complimented me on my voice after she caught me singing in the bathroom at church.

Being attractive is merely an accumulation of good genetics.

But being beautiful... now that is something to be proud of... it is someone you become deep down in your soul.

So Mr. Mirror, who are you to tell me I am not beautiful?

















9 comments:

  1. Just stumbled across your blog....my daughter shared a post from it. I love, LOVE this post! Every bit of it is true. I am 40 (ack! Still think I'm 19 in my head!) and believe me, it's harder every day to not believe the mirror. (Or everyone's photos of me they post on FB...darn those "bad angles!") Thank you for reminding me of what I "should" see, what I MUST believe. The truth is, beauty radiates from the inside, anyway. I believe that with all my heart. Give me a happy, comfortable person any day over one with no flaws and all perfection. But I'll even take the perfect person if they radiate joy! :)

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    1. Gotta love getting tagged in Facebook photos eh? Not one of my favorite things that happens on social media!! That being said, thank you so much for your comment! I really am so grateful to know that being beautiful is more than what you see face value. I believe that if someone is happy and kind and confident they always look beautiful :)

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  2. I absolutely LOVE what you posted about the mirror!! I've struggled with self-confidence and depression for several years now, and hearing you tell the world what beautiful REALLY is gives me courage!! THANK YOU!!!

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    1. You are so sweet! Thank you so much for your comment. I can tell you are a beautiful person, don't ever forget it, even when you feel like it is not true, it is. Thanks for reading my blog :)

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  3. Beautiful post! Just came across your blog and I have to say - you inspire me. :)

    God bless!
    - Anna

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    1. Thank you so much! I always love hearing that I touched someone through my writing. :)

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  4. I love this so much. Thank you, I needed that.

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