Thursday, March 29, 2012

The mirror

One day, you look in the mirror and you don't even recognize the person you see there.

Vaguely you remember being a woman who looked kind of like her. Only not like her.

The world was bigger then.

And somewhere in the distance, a stadium full of people tell you to make time for you, to do things you enjoy, to set stricter boundaries. That, they tell you, is the answer.

Only you aren't quite sure who they could be talking to.

And this woman in the mirror, who looks so much older than you think she should, doesn't tell you what she wants.

6 comments:

  1. Okay, this post has left me crying at my desk. Lately not only do I barely recognize that person looking back at me in the mirror but when I look at her I get pulled down . . . I feel dislike . . . distain . . . a desire for something more . . . saddness and anger eminating from her eyes.

    I guess the point of this comment it to let you know that you are not alone with these feelings.
    Jenn

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  2. Oh sweetie, sending you huge hugs & love. I have felt this. You will find it. I know it in my heart. I recognize myself now in the mirror. It will happen for you too.

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  3. Sigh...I look in the mirror everyday and wonder how I got here...I understand, honey. I really, really do.

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  4. I know this. It hurts to read this.
    I look so different. Not me. Lost.
    But I'll tell you that when you come out of this, you will see yourself again...and then you'll wonder why no one ever told you that your eyebrows needed some serious plucking.
    xoox

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  5. That's such a difficult place to be. I'm sorry to hear you're there. I hope you find some recognition in the mirror.

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