In the bridal dressing room
at the wedding this past Sunday
was a mirror.
It was leaned up against the far back wall.
In a corner.
The angle of the mirror itself suggested
a "complimentary" view of oneself.
Add to that, a shaped piece of glass
and you get:
My stomach is not that flat.
No way, no how.
But my TOMS are that yellow.
And my arm is that chubbly.
I kept stealing glances of myself in the mirror
"wow, this diet/exercise thing really is starting to pay off."
Then I overheard the bridal party
talking about the complimentary shape
of said mirror.
My disappointment was apparent.
The girls and I joked about who would take the mirror home.
It turned out to be too large
Silly trickster mirror.
I love to hate you.