Saturday, May 21, 2011

The Mirror

We have two mirrors in our room. One is tall and forged by Angels from above. One is a curse from Satan.
When I looked at the tall mirror for the first time I asked myself "Why aren't you a model?"


My legs were long and fabulous. My breasts were...well...I don't want to brag. Let's just say I was expecting a phone call from Victoria's Secret any moment.
I was especially excited because I thought I had gained some weight since my pants were quite a bit tighter than I usually prefer.
I then turned and looked at the "other" mirror. "Son of a b..."

Excuse me, I need to go buy some new jeans...and cancel my appointment with Victoria's Secret.


Curried Cupcakes said...

ug, I know what you mean about awful mirrors. We have one here that put awful shadows and wrinkles on my face. It makes me look like 10 years older. The worst part is, is that it is right next to the computer, I can't avoid it!

Jocelyn said...

Cough, cough. Gasp. Sputter. Oh. Sorry, there's so much dust built up on this blog I could hardly read it. Once I wiped off the cobwebs, it was good to see a new post from you :)

hil said...

stop looking in the other mirror---it has obviously been dabbling in the dark arts. you are gorgeous and your body is perfect. that made me seem a little bit creepy. i find that if you hang a mirror on the ceiling (get your minds out of the gutter, people!), then you have to look up to see yourself and that makes everything fall back and look very young and pretty. any wall mirror makes me look old and haggard, but it's an illusion, micheal.