Right now, my enemies are mirrors. Really, any reflective surface. I remember the days just a year and a half ago when I used to catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, a window, a door, hell, even a spoon, and think “Who is that!” Well, now I still do that, but it’s not nearly as positive of an experience.
Usually, my first impressions now are of “Ugh” and “What the hell is wrong with you?” Not conducive for positive self-esteem or self-confidence, I can tell you.
But I’m trying to work on that.
Maybe one day I’ll get to the point where I recognize myself in the mirror and smile, regardless of my weight.
**NOTE: Shortly after posting this, I was catching up on some blog reading and ran across this most excellent post. I had to laugh at the coincidence of it all.
