The Sandbox Writing Challenge 1

Lady Calen at Impromptu Promptlings opens the sandbox!

You find yourself in a quiet room looking at your reflection in this beautiful old mirror. What do you see? Is there anything in particular you like about yourself? Is there anything you don’t like? Tell us about it.

Sometime last year, in the now closed Gaian Soul Circle, there was a woman who did weekly posts, and she referred to it as ‘Joy Seeking.’ One thing she recommended was when we get up in the morning and go into the bathroom, to look in the mirror and smile at yourself, and say, “I’m a joy seeker.” I may not always say that, but I do always smile.

When I look in the mirror, especially in the morning, gravity pulls against my body – because when you’re 65, that’s something that tends to happen. Of course, it might not have happened so much before I lost all my weight, but hey, I trade one thing for another these days. Anyway, my mouth tends to look pulled down as if I’m frowning. I’m usually not frowning inside, so the notable turn down leaves me feeling that I look pissed off. Flipping the switch, I smile, and if I remember, tell myself, I’m a joy seeker.

So to begin with, what I don’t like about my face (I’m NOT looking in a full length mirror, so forget it!) is that it’s not symetrical. That’s likely got something to do with the surgical reconstruction to correct a deviated septum when I was 16 years old, and which has slowly been deteriorating, so my face looks lopsided. Not liking that, I also don’t like the dark circles under my eyes, but that’s part of a whole other story.
Oh, and I don’t like my half eyebrows. Everybody else I know has nice full, all the way to  the other side of their brow, eyebrows. Oh and what’s up with the age related disappearing lips? Not that I had nice full lips before, but now, they’re, meager. *sigh*

Once was (just maybe a year or two ago,) I hated my smile. Didn’t have a good smile at all. Didn’t like that my teeth are naturally dull. But within the last two years, when I smile, I can see the age lines crinkle up on my face, and I see my mother’s face sometimes, in my reflection. If I’m smiling because I’m really happy, then it shows in my eyes. They eyes too. Don’t know what I meant to say here…

I noticed that there’s a space between one of my front teeth, and the one next to it, which wasn’t there years ago. I actually like that. Go figure.