Who Are They Talking About?

Lark

Who Are They Talking About?

Lark
This will be short, maybe. You know when people tell you how nice your hair looks or that you are pretty or make some other comment that is flattering about your appearance and you feel flattered and love the compliments? Now, do you know how later in the day you go by a mirror and catch a glimpse of yourself with the compliments still ringing in your ears and you have that shock like someone threw ice water on you because the woman you see in the mirror is not you? At least she is not the woman you were expecting to see, you know, the one with the nice hair, the pretty one with good skin? No, the woman you see looks tired and her hair looks dry and needs a cut and style and her skin could use about a gallon of expensive skin softener and you wonder where in the hell the pretty woman went on the way from the office to the mirror? And, you notice your arm fat wiggles when you reach to fix your hair? This same thing happens to me when people tell me I am brave and loving and that I have a great deal of courage and that I am easy to talk to and how lucky my husband is to have me. It happens when I am told I am a strong advocate and that I have wisdom.

Later I catch a glimpse of myself in the "mirror" of my inner self and see a woman who is fearful, impatient, cranky and overwhelmed. I see all the choices I wanted to make and the choices I actually made and I wonder where that amazing woman is that people tell me about all the time. I wonder what on earth prompts these flattering words. I am puzzled.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall?

Who's the fairest of them all?