Mirror… Reflections

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Closing my tablet for the night, contemplating a meet up with Mr. Paso Doble, I retired to my bedroom, undressed  and glanced into a full-length mirror. That vision would depress me for some time. I rarely looked at myself in a mirror, maybe I feared the reality of how 63 years of hard work and “life” had changed my body. There I was face-to-face with a strange image… Who is that woman in the mirror? Oh that body and face had seen better days. Confidence was not a friend to me anymore and my insecurities magnified at that moment.

My face was no longer smooth. Those deep naso-labial folds and crows feet were deep. The upper lids needed lifting. The lower bags needed lifting as well. I could use one big gigantic pull forcing my hairline up so tight that my brows would touch my earlobes.

I slowly turned to…

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