I don't get it.
I haven't owned a full length mirror since I once saw a picture of me from the back, and I don't miss it. In my bathroom, I have a mirror big enough to make sure I got the toothpaste off my mouth. If I want to know if my shoes match my outfit, I ask my six year old... Who usually reminds me that my outfit isn't cute enough to worry about coordinating, but that's beside the point.
Unfortunately, my shower has been broken for a couple of months and I haven't found anyone to fix it for free yet. So, I've been using the girls' shower. Usually, of course, it's 4:30 in the morning, I'm half asleep and have no contacts in. The perfect way to be naked, in my opinion. Since they started school, though, I can go back to taking runs in the morning. Which means taking showers afterward. Which means, bright light, wide awake, 20/20 vision. This morning, I ran my quick 5 miles, stripped naked in the laundry room and paraded through the empty house to get cleaned up. All while being very careful to not look down, of course. Then, I opened the shower curtain to step out and gasped.... Straight into the giant mirror looking back at me. Well, maybe it isn't giant; but, it's definitely wide angle.
And all I could think was, "that can't be right". That's not what the tag of my jeans that require a belt to hold up says. That's not what my wrists that are smaller than my 9 year old's say. That's not what that idiot yelled out the car at me. That's not why I do more than 400 squats a day. That's not why I haven't finished a cupcake in 7 years. And, where the heck is my towel so I can cover that up?!
So, I don't get it. How can my waistline change so drastically from one room to the other? And, why can't I just live in my closet where I'm oblivious to it all?
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