Facing my face in the mirror
I find it far from flattering.
I realise that realistically
I can only reflect on my reflection.
I can’t actually see my face.
Thank goodness I think to myself.
Were those ghastly chin hairs growing yesterday?
I turn to the tweezers.
Is that a mole or a mosquito bite?
Maybe it’s just a mark on the mirror.
All those wretched wrinkles!
Wait – they’re laughter lines.
Grin and get on with loving life woman.