I tried on some end-of-summer clothes today. The fitting room had a two-sided mirror. I thought I was in the Fun House.
For some reason, my legs looked wide and short; I looked magnified. Cellulite seemed to jump right off my legs; looked like the surface of the moon.
Cheesecake poses are one thing,but looking cheesy is another…I stand 5’8 at 125, so the mirrorsaren’t doing anyone justice. Most stores use skinny mirrors.
My side view mirror in my car says Objects in mirror are closer than they appear. No kidding... maybe the same type of glass was used-- I looked like the marshmallow float in Ghostbusters.
Without much deliberation, I removed the shortsand tank, deciding I could live without them. I checked myself one more time in the mahogany-framed floor mirror as I left the store, thoughts of a guava danish dancing in my head...