...and Mirrors

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:

Complete.
Utter.
Total.
Trickery.

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
thinking
"wow, this diet/exercise thing really is starting to pay off."
Then I overheard the bridal party
talking about the complimentary shape
and placement
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
to steal.

Silly trickster mirror.
I love to hate you.

Cheers,
A