Mirrors lie. At least mine does. Not the magnifying mirror I use to tweeze my eyebrows….no mercy there. It’s the one I get dressed in front of every day. Now, I’m not delusional. If I were, I would never again try anything on at Macy’s in front of the three-way mirror under florescent lighting. We all know what that can do for your self-esteem. Nor would I have chosen to work in a gym where one cannot escape one’s reflection in any direction. Depending on which wall you are facing, your good day could turn into a bad day just by turning your body 90 degrees. MY mirror is a beautiful, large beveled glass mirror in a heavy dark contemporary frame which I proudly hung by myself on the bedroom wall. It replaced an old adjustable mirror that had a stripped screw and would never tighten well enough to hold it in one place.

So here is the problem I have with my mirror. I am only five feet tall but it makes me look at least six inches taller. “What is the problem with that?” you might ask. It’s lying to me. My own mirror! I leave the house thinking I look one way, then I catch a glimpse of myself in a polished window or one of those Macy’s mirrors. But my legs looked so much longer at home! It’s not fair. Why, it’s like asking my husband if my butt looks big in my pants! Must I now go to the Macy’s mirrors for the truth?

Then it dawned on me. Perhaps the “People of WalMart” have mirrors like mine! That would explain those awful images that occupy my emails. So I ask, is it better to look lied to, than to never have looked at all?