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Sometimes something quite insignificant suddenly has a huge impact on your life. Take the mirror you look into every day while cleaning your teeth for example. It sits there helping you put the brush in the right place, pointing out that your mascara has smudged or continually reminding you that your right eye is slightly lower than your left - Which in my case is more obvious when wearing glasses!

Then one day, someone turns it round and instead of seeing the regular vision of cyclops loveliness you have been accustomed to, you find a stranger staring back at you.




Yes, you are now looking at yourself highly magnified! Not at all pretty at forty something.

I never used mirrors much as a teen/twenty-something. What little make up I wore on the odd occasion could be done without one. Short cropped hair meant no need for anything other than a quick comb if I remembered, and my clothes were nothing but comfortable and that's all that mattered.

Then one day I had turned into the bearded lady with skin like an elephant knee. Pores so deep you could drill for oil and a few extra chins that would be highly impressive on a Komodo dragon.

(Just remembered a cosmetic sales line. When selling firming cream we would get a customer to look down into a mirror and tell them that's what they would look like if they didn't use a particular product!).

Who knew it was actually true!

Now not a day goes by without an encounter with maggie the mirror. Armed with tweezers and various potions and lotions in an attempt to rectify all my imperfections. I can almost see the wrinkles grow millimetre by millimetre. I'm sure I could grow a better beard than my husband given time.

I do that 'thing' with the skin around my ears to tighten up the jowls and laugher (haha) lines and think back to the days when my skin was the right size for my face.

Now I wonder if there comes a time when you know you've lost the battle. A time when you look in the mirror one last time and then resign yourself to throwing on lippy with the hope that it lands in roughly the right part of your face, knowing your clothes are comfortable and that's all that matters anyway and finally accepting that you've lost your elastic along with your marbles.

Oh well, I guess that day isn't too far down the road........
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