“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the thinnest girl of all?”
The day I lost my skinny mirror, my life shattered.
Ok, maybe that’s a tad exaggerated, but STILL!
Once, my mirror reflected my lumps and bumps as straight lines and smooth surfaces. I loved this mirror almost as much as I loved my shaper pantyhose. During certain ghastly times when I was feeling bloated, I’d run upstairs and sneak a glance. Even my fat outfits would look slim-lined in this mirror.
My family knew this was mommy’s mirror, a treasure to be guarded. If ever there were a fire, someone else had better grab the scrapbooks, because one of my arms would carry a child and the other, my mirror.
Each day I would leave the house full of confidence and with an air of pride. I was looking good, and I knew it. My beloved mirror would never lie.
Until one day I offered to redesign my church’s boring nursery. The toddler’s were screaming, because of the lack of color, texture, and toys. With help from a friend, I hung orange and white checkered curtains, plastered bright and vibrant bugs all over the walls, decorated with puppets, and hung a mirror horizontally at a two year-old’s eye level.
Since I knew hanging anything with glass is tricky business, I recruited my husband to help. His experience is vast, including chandeliers, outdoor lights, and my skinny mirror. I never once considered that he could shatter the look of my hips with one swing of the hammer, but the unfortunate happened – the frame broke. My husband looked to me and said, “Do you have another mirror?”
My head spun through the options…I could run to Wal-Mart, but I’m out of time and money…I could call everyone I know within a two-mile radius and see if they have a mirror…
“How about the mirror that is hanging in our bedroom? We could trade it for this broken one.” My husband suggested, interrupting my thoughts.
I gasped. My heart skipped a beat and my hand came automatically to my mouth.
“Not my skinny mirror.” I pleaded.
After my husband made me feel the guilt of breaking ten children’s hearts, I sacrificed my mirror on the altar of poopy diapers. I am convinced not one of those two-year old’s appreciates seeing his thin face as much as I did seeing my thin hips.
I lost my skinny mirror and that is why I am on a diet.
That is why I am hungry.
That is why I am cranky.
Quick, somebody get me a new mirror!
Stay Fit on the Inside
- Read your Bible and Talk to God
- Be Thankful
- Eat Right
- Drink Water
- Guard your Mind
Say Fit on the Outside
- Exercise
- Sleep
- Remember to Breathe
- Relieve Stress
- Laugh
- Enjoy this Beautiful Life
How about you?
Are relying on a false image of yourself, or do you see yourself as God sees you?
What are you doing to stay fit on both the inside and the outside?
Great post! So light yet right to the heart! Ooh girl you can write! Thank you so much.
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