The mirror

 I look in the mirror and I don't see my double chin (*as much) anymore.

I look in the mirror and I feel like my waist slowly appearing again.

I look in the mirror and I see my skin clearing up slowly.

I look in the mirror and I can't imagine how I ever thought I was too fat at 160 pounds.  I long to feel that small again.

I look in the mirror and I find the wrinkles appearing on my forehead and the crows feet at the corners of my eyes.

I look in the mirror and I don't see that fresh teen face I used to have.  I see a face that somehow, without my knowledge or consent, has aged.  Dark, puffy circles under my eyes and tired appearance... ven when I am fully rested.

I look in the mirror and I wonder when the last time I tweezed my eyebrows was....but I will wait for another day so I will have clean eyes for a special occasion.

I look in the mirror and I wish this body hadn't gotten so out of control so quickly because it is taking way more energy to fix it that it took to make it.

I look in the mirror and I look into my mom's eyes.  My dad's round face.  My genes that are assisting me in my body's journey to weight gain and aging.

I look in the mirror and I am oddly satisfied for today. 
hard to believe I know.

I am oddly satisfied with how I look today because I can see the progress I have made. 

I can't change the wrinkles. 
I can't take the puffy, dark circles away (*Even though Loreal makeup claims it can). 

I can embrace that I am growing into a new body...because these woman hips won't ever fit in those hip hugging college jeans.

I can discover a new lifestyle.  One with age wrinkle creams and watching the foods I eat.  And not just as I am eating them.

I look in the mirror and I am beginning to accept me. 
Jiggly arms. 
Spare tire. 
Extra chin. 
Crows feet. 
Dark circles. 
Woman hips. 
They are all part of me now. 

I look in the mirror and things don't seem so bad this morning.