Well, I hate looking at myself n the mirror, but here goes. Today my hair is styled and I have on make up; that makes it a little easier. The first thing I see are my glasses. They are a nice style and flattering, and they do wonders to hide some of my aging. Damn! I used the "a" word. That is one of the things that has me picking apart my looks. My once flawless skin has age spots and wrinkles. It is said they add character. Excuse me, those valleys in my flesh just speak "old" to me.
I think one of my best assets is my smile. It wasn't always the case. I won't go into all the details, but because of a horrible car accident I was able to purchase the smile I have now. Money didn't buy my sense of humor or my joy though. That is all me. There are times my face transforms into something more like a green faced wicked witch, but thankfully the moments don't last.
My eyes are blue, no green, wait there is a touch of gold. They change colors depending on what I am wearing. With my black sweater they are blue and when I take it off my green shirt turns them green. I am a visual chameleon. Hmmm...I like that. They are average in size with a blessing of long eyelashes. Much better to wear mascara my dear...ooops I went dark for a moment.
So far I have just looked at my face. I hate stepping back for a full length view. My chest and stomach are too large. I am knock kneed and my legs are NOT pretty. There is so much cottage cheese in my thighs and my skin is so pale every vein is prominent. I am so thankful for jeans, slacks and long dresses. I can hide in them!
Well, I think that is enough looking in the mirror. I want to return to Fantasy Island where an air brushed me resides. No, not really. I am happy for the most part to be me. If I dwell too long on my negatives I will stay negative. I will just continue my usual routine of not dwelling on my flaws and apply my make-up in Braille.
Thanks Kellie for yourFree Write Friday prompt to take a long look in the mirror.