Reflection and perception are funny things.
I have this mirror in our new house. It was left behind by a tenant and it has remained there as the only bathroom mirror. Using it the first few times I was frustrated as it is in very poor light, you can't get close enough to see the finer points and putting makeup on in here was a guess at best, not much better than doing it in the dark, at worst.
But over the weeks we having been living here I have come to rather like the work this mirror does. I wash my face in it, check for stray beard-hairs, put on my makeup and do my hair in its mediocre reflection. It all looks OK to me. My skin looks smooth and bright. The eye shadow and mascara look in place. There doesn't appear to be any moustache.
I think I actually pass as OK. Certainly presentable enough to pop down the shops, even off to work.
The full length mirror in the hallway, with great light and an honest face and the little flip down mirror in my car are singing to a different hymn book however. They think honesty is the sign of a true friendship. We are no longer friends.
I like the sweet little lies the bathroom mirror tells me. We can be friends.
Which got me wondering today.
- Do you still look good when you feel inside that you do? (and that your mirror is confirming this)
- Is appearance only what you see or is it how you think you look.
- Who is judging this beauty contest anyway?
- If you feel great, who cares?
- Is this what blokes have worked out? A quick look in a bad, good or indifferent mirror gives them the false belief that 'yeah I look pretty good.' They strutt out into the world thinking they are gods gift while us women peer and scrutinise and confirm with 4 different mirrors in 3 different light conditions to convince ourselves that we really do look like we think we do.
So, for some smart, young entrepreneur, go out and develop a I-always-look-good mirror to replace all the honesty is the best policy ones.
This also applies to my over 50 age and having to wear glasses for the small print. If I don't see the dust (or the ring on the tub, or the coffee stain on the bench) - does it still exist? Is this why older women get happier, and more relaxed?