Mirror, Mirror

My reflection in the mirror reveals disheveled hair and a face devoid of makeup. Wrinkles that never used to show now line my forty-something skin. Dark bags hang beneath my insomnia-racked eyes. Man, I’m a mess!

This is not who I think of when I think of me. Where have I gone?

Do we all get to that place where what we see in the mirror is not who we remember being? Age, time, and life happens, and suddenly we don’t look the same. Don’t feel the same.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall…” I whisper.

Although I write fantasy, I know there isn’t a voice that will answer my question of where the fairest me of all went.

I point to my reflection and stick out my tongue.

Heart and mirrorAre you not created in my image? I can hear God asking me midst my frowning dismay. That head of gray hair? It is your glory. (Proverbs 16:31) Wisdom can be found among those strands and those lines. (Job 12:12) Look not to your outer being, but seek that which is inner to judge your beauty, child. It is worth more than you know. (1 Peter 3:3-4)

I glance in the mirror one more time and to try to look beyond my blemishes and gray hair. Why is it so hard to give myself the same grace I give to others? Is it a plot from the beauty industry that makes me believe I need to use this cream or that new and improved dye to color my hair? Is it a societal flaw that we don’t respect and honor ourselves when we begin to show a little wear and tear?

I’m so glad God doesn’t judge me on such a superficial basis. I’m so glad He looks at my heart and sees my intentions. Time can be a thief, but only if we let it be. I make another face at myself in the offending mirror.

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall. You’re not so truthful after all.”


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Dawn Ford

Dawn is a young adult fiction author, creating authentic stories that cut through the lies we hide behind to break through to our inner truths. Her passions are her faith, family, shoes, purses, things that sparkle, and anything steampunk. Keep up with Dawn's news and events at dawnfordauthor.com.

6 thoughts on “Mirror, Mirror”

  1. Love this, Dawn. Why is it we’re so hard on ourselves? Why is it so difficult to see the beauty God created? ~~~ Your post immediately made me think of For King and Country’s song, “Priceless” – “Mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall, Tellin’ those lies, pointing out your flaws, That isn’t who you are. That isn’t who you are.” And the lyrics throughout the song are equally uplifting. (If you haven’t heard the song, check it out here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPgSrMOTnqM.)

  2. Love that last line. I’ve been struggling with this the last little while. My face and body reflect my pain journey these last seven years. Mostly I look tired and haggard but inside I still feel like my bouncy twelve year old self so it’s always a shock when I catch a glimpse of my reflection. You’re making me rethink how i view myself. I need to tell my reflection she’s a survivor and every wrinkle is a battle scar of victory.

    1. Absolutely, Kav! Only warriors and those who are out there tangling with life get scars. It’s all about that victory.

  3. No matter what age we are, we all find flaws in the mirror! For me, its chubby hips and thighs, stick-straight hair that loses any volume at the first sign of humidity, and skin that’s too dry. But I have to always remember my creator made me just the way I am: I’m NOT a cookie cutter piece of pottery, but a unique, one-of-a-kind work of art made by the One who loves me unconditionally. Brenda’s right, BTW, that’s a great song!

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