1. Do you constantly check your reflection whenever you pass by a car or store window?
2. Does your car’s rear or passenger mirror have fingerprints?
3. Do you have mirror on your office desk?
4. Do you love to take pictures in the bathroom, dressing room, vanity or in any place with mirrors?
5. Do you check your reflection every chance you get, say your hub’s sunglasses, iPad, smartphone and whatnot?
If you answer 4 out of 5, then you are a Mirror freako my friend! Good news is, you’re not alone! Thanks to Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, this girl phenomenon had gone mainstream.
So is this habitual mirror-checking an utter display of self-love? an obsessive disorder? a lack of self-esteem? a pandemic disease worse than zombie apocalypse?
I don’t deny that I do take side glimpses of myself. And yes, I am guilty of silly fingerprints in the passenger mirror. But don’t worry, this mirror-checking hasn’t reached to an alarming OCD level that it incapacitates my productivity. Okay a ‘lil story time. There was one point in my life when I didn’t care about how I look. At all. True. And I’m not joking. Liars go to hell. You see I was at my chunkiest; my face was reeking with acne; I abhorred the mirror, especially the girl in it. Unhappy? You bet!
Then came self-awakening. Family and friends said they miss the flamboyant me. That woman beaming with positive energy. Well I missed her too. So I ditched the effin’ drama, installed a huge mirror in my bathroom and each morning I’d greet myself “ey beautiful, wassup?”. That was in ’07, when I reignited this thingimajig called self-love. I owe it to myself, and so I thought. Paradigm shift, bam!
Back to present time. No more daily reinforcement that I am beautiful. I get it, beauty is skin deep. Add my intestines, gall bladder and lungs to the equation .
But yes, I still check myself in the mirror every chance I get- to make sure I don’t have food stuck between my teeth or to touch up after a greasy meal. Oh I sooo hate raccoon eyes!
What’s your mirror story?