They say that a mirror is the window of the soul. This cliche makes me think of the Harry Potter movie, where Harry stares at the mirror seeing himself with this mother and father: the thing he desires most.
Recently, I had to face the fact that I have had an openly hate relationship with my mirror. It seems like every time I looked in the mirror, I saw the third grade picture of myself: short, chubby, shag haircut. Probably, one of my worst pictures, ever! Of all the pictures ever taken, why would I see the ugliest one every time? I have seen other pictures of myself and know that this picture is only one of 1000’s and that I have plenty of pictures that look beautiful. It feels like watching a scary movie and after you watch the scene you can’ t “un-see” it.
This relationship with my mirror kept me feeling little, small and afraid. Much like I did in third grade. It affected my confidence in both my personal and business life. It was the root of m
any of my decisions. Ultimately, I had to face that girl and put her in her place: my past!
Not who I am. Not holding me back. Not afraid. Not little. Not me. Simply an awkward phase that all children go through.
Now when I look at the mirror and my third grade self shows up, I simply replace her with the memory of a picture that reminds me of the woman I am now.
Creating a buzz……¯`•.¸¸.ஐ
