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.