My love/hate relationship with the mirror has been a longstanding one. I would pull things out of my closet to try to find clothes to wear, and nothing would ever look good enough on me, or it made me look too fat, or it just wasn’t right. I was never happy with how I looked, and inevitably my whole closet would be on the floor in a heap, with me in a heap alongside of it, in tears. Needless to say, my self esteem was not so good. When you don’t look the way you are “supposed” to look, as deemed by societal standards, people judge you, men don’t show interest in you, and it gets to you after a while. When I went out, I tried to put a good face on it, but inside I’d always question myself – What if no one talks to me? What if everyone in the room is skinny and beautiful? Then I’d get that happy thought that maybe I’ll get there, and there will be someone heavier than me. That kind of thinking is just about the lowest that you can get. Clothes shopping? Fuggetaboutit! The fitting room was a polite name for torture chamber with mirrors. I always thought that putting those funhouse mirrors in there that made you look tall and thin would be a great idea.
When I started to align my mind and my body with who I was and who I wanted to be, the mirror stopped being a source of frustration to me. I started to accept myself for all the good qualities I had, and when I looked in the mirror, my mantra became: “Today I am the best that I can be, I love myself for who I am, and I continue to get better every day.” I now apply that mantra to all areas of my life.
No matter what your goals, plans, dreams and hopes are, believe that you’ll get there. But the most important step, number 1, is loving yourself. You can do it! Now go, give yourself a hug…
Health and happiness,