Prompt from The Daily Post: The Mirror Crack’d
You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?
With a Miss Marple title used as prompt, how could I resist?!
Anyway. Lately, I’ve given a great deal of thought to how perspectives change over time. I used to look in the mirror and only see negative things: acne, red splotches, cowlicks, dry skin, fat rolls, boogers, squinty eyes, extra neck fat. I never believed the compliments I received because the mirror don’t lie.
I’m not exactly sure what changed me — probably a combination of getting older, getting my heart broken, and learning to trust again — but now, I don’t trust the mirror. I listen to what others say and try not to assume that everyone who thinks I’m pretty is a liar (it’s getting easier).
I imagine that if mirrors had disappeared when I was a child, I wouldn’t have had such awkward teenage years. I probably wouldn’t have fallen for The Douchebag (or any other asshole for that matter) because I would have had a better idea of my own worth.
Without mirrors, I think people would be forced to see themselves through others’ eyes. And this is not all together a bad thing.