It has far too many mirrors.
As I head out the door, I am faced with a mirror that reflects the mirror behind me.
I can see the back of me. I don’t like to see the back of me. I now know that not only am I fat, but so are my elbows.
Fat elbows! I mean that is just wrong!
I can see that the back of hair isn’t styled as nicely as the front.
I can see when I wear a bra that doesn’t fit and causes my back fat to be more noticeable.
Did I mention that I don’t like these mirrors? I really don’t.
Even the elevators here are completely mirrored.
In my head, I don’t look like what I do in the mirror.
Does that make any sense?
I am always a little surprised when I see myself in the mirror. There is always that split second where I wonder who that is. The person in my head is about 20 yrs younger and at least 50 pounds lighter.
I have decided to boycott mirrors.
I thought about just avoiding the bathroom, but being here for 8 hours and not peeing would not be a good idea. So instead I will just stop looking in the mirror, I will keep my head down in the elevator and while washing my hands and exiting the bathroom. People may think I am odd, but I won’t have to face that fat stranger in the mirror.
Ya so, I like being in denial J