I tried on a couple of dresses in the store yesterday. The dressing room had mirrors strategically placed so you can see your backside as well. We see ourselves changing over the years from the front and rarely pay any attention to the back except for an occasional twist of the body to glance in the mirror. Not the same. It was depressing.
Body image is a bizarre thing. I’m not a big person, and it’s hard to bring things like this up because people tell me, “You’re so tiny! You don’t need to lose any weight!” Well, I’m sorry to tell you all that you are wrong. I knew there were a few pounds to lose around the middle and in my upper arms, but those mirrors revealed to me where the other more than half of those pounds are located that need to be evicted from my body!
I think it’s probably more of a shock to smaller people – people who have never really had to concentrate on staying thin – when age starts to play it’s evil tricks on us. I never thought I’d have a problem with aging, but I’m beginning to think I just might.
On the plus side, the scale showed that I’m down one pound. That could have been the exodus of monthly water retention (leaving it at that), but a nice thing to see after yesterday’s freak show in the mirror!