Have you ever seen something you wish you hadn’t? It happened to me the other day.
I own a large hand-held mirror that I use to make sure the back of my hair isn’t matted, sticking up, or otherwise unsightly. I keep the front side of the mirror clear of fingerprints, but the back still has the price sticker on it and is always smudged up.
But the other day I picked it up and used the wrong side. Oh. My. Goodness. There are some things not meant to be seen, and a 38-year-old face magnified a dozen times is one of these.
Are those my pores? I gasp, staring at the Grand Canyon sized craters on my face. It must be. And I’m pretty sure those gorges on the sides of my eyes could flow the Colorado River. The texture of my skin reminds me of a cracked, parched desert floor. My face is a virtual National Park. Why doesn’t this make me happy?
I shudder and pull my eyes from the mirror, wondering what freak of nature created such a cruel device and why, WHY, would anyone actually use it? As for me, I’m covering that baby with masking tape. Life-sized shows quite enough, thank you very much.