Mirror Mirror

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.

Good grief!

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.