There is no looking away from the woman in the mirror because she is everywhere. Literally.
There is a whole wall of mirrors in our bathroom. Let that sink in for a minute. A whole wall of naked insecurity lurks in the bathroom.
Imagine trying to use the bathroom or the shower and having to stare at yourself because there really isn’t anywhere else to look. It leaves very little to the imagination. It can also be a slightly daunting and a little bit hilarious.
My mom asked me if I see her in the mirror when I get out of the shower. Thanks for that image Mom. Honestly, I don’t see the resemblance.
There have been several times in the last few months that I have said, “Who is that lady? How long has my butt looked like that?” It’s not the first time that I’ve seen myself naked. It is the first time that I felt too naked.
I grew up in a house that only had three doors – front, back and bathroom. There was quite a bit of seeing people walking around in their underwear or running across the house in their bath towel.
We were not perverts either. We just didn’t have air conditioning or shame.
Try telling that to the women that came to the door for donations. I’ve never seen anyone so shocked to see a grown man answer the door in his underwear. Good job Dad. Those ladies never came back for their donations either.
We didn’t do body shaming at our house. We probably should have been almost embarrassed to go outside. But we weren’t hiding. I haven’t really been ashamed of my body.
After having three children, it is not the same body that I remember having. The image that I have of myself had not quite caught up to its current state. Some of us still go out in public with our bellies hanging out because we forget that we are not 20 anymore.
Now there is no hiding from the truth. Mirrors are brutally honest. If nothing else, I have pinpointed my problem areas thanks to the wall o’mirrors
I know it won’t be the body of a 20 year old because it has been 20 years since I’ve been 20. So that makes sense to me.
For a few months last year, I practiced yoga. Maybe I could set up a yoga studio in the bathroom. The mirrors are already there. Just add yoga mats for an instant studio.
I haven’t been ashamed before. So why start now? I think I would rather just own the extreme nakedness that is happening in the future yoga studio/bathroom.
The thought of a wall of mirrors in the bathroom has me running and hiding. Half the time, I don’t recognize the body I see because that’s not how I feel. I still clearly remember that 20 year old body. But I’ve had three kids, and I’m a quarter century past that 20 year old. Sigh. But I do believe I should take notes from you and just own it. Can’t wait to hear how the yoga studio/bathroom works out!
Thanks. Might have to move the toilet. And the towel rack. Then there can be yoga poses! 🙂
I should most definitely give Yoga another try. Yoga loves naked. It’s probably better in ones birthday suit.
I love this idea. My house hold was also a no shame one. Until I went to boarding school I never stressed about my body. Sigh.. to be so innocent again. The room of mirrors sounds both great abd terrifying.. Being in my 40s also.. Still I can now look at myself without loathing and this is a plus. Maybe I should renovate my bathroom to a room of mirrors., 🙂 Love the idea of a yoga studio
Thanks! Yay for no self-loathing! 🙂 The yoga studio would be great!