When you look in the mirror, who do you see?

18 thoughts on “When you look in the mirror, who do you see?”

  1. I was thinking about thus very thing the other day while washing my hands and grudgingly looking in the mirror. I’m glad you’ve continued to try seeking your mirror self. The convo made me realize that I look at mirrors more often than I thought I did, but it almost always involves washing my hands. And yes, I still brush my teeth in the shower…

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  2. Nice post, I love.

    I think my mood determines the level of attention I give a mirror. Some days I never get enough of it while its total avoidance on other days. 🙂

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  3. Beautiful! I have always felt very shy around mirrors, like that girl staring back is going to start scolding me for not “seeing her”. Finally, I see her! She is brave, smart, adventurous, doesn’t care about make-up or the latest fashion trends, loves to sing, to write, to take photographs and she is a good barometer for how my soul is feeling. I see her, I like her, and she helps guide me through this crazy life of mine. Amazing how deep your perspective can go, mine has really opened up since having my boys. Caring for that girl in the mirror is just as important as caring for my boys. And, she lets me know, when I haven’t done that 🙂

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    1. Shy – that’s the perfect word for how I sometimes feel around the mirror. It’s interesting that you say you feel your reflection might scold you for not paying more attention to her. I’d never thought of it that way. Thank you for sharing that perspective – the thought of our reflection scolding us is a good reminder to take care of ourselves.

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  4. A year ago I gave up a big corporate job live out in the country, on a farm. I no longer had to dress and wear my hair to fit the executive image. And I suddenly had time and energy to do the things I love. A few months ago I looked in the mirror and for the first time I recognised myself in the reflection. I did a double take. Wow, I’m turning into me, I thought. That crazy haired happy girl, that’s the real me. Oh how I’ve missed her all these years.

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  5. Your writing has touched me. I am still looking for the authentic “me”. I believe I am on my way; just haven’t found her yet. Thanks for sharing your story!

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  6. I avoid looking in the mirror, if I’m sad. I generally don’t like to see sad faces, and the same applies with my own. If I’m happy, I like to look in the mirror and see it. It seems a little more real when I can see it.
    Another thing, and I find this a little weird, is that when I was a kid, I used to find it hard to believe that I physically exist. The mirror was like a confirmation, like, ‘Oh, I’m not just seeing ability and a mind, I have a real body too.’. Was it ever like that for you?
    And I like this piece. Should have probably said that in the beginning. 😀

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