Perspective Plus discussion

The Mirror

The mirror says that I’m fat.

The mirror says that I’m lumpy, bumpy, full of rolls and cellulite.

The mirror says that I am ugly.


The mirror says that my shoulders stoop.

I see shoulders that are for crying, sleeping babies, that

Have carried burdens.


The mirror says my arms have flaps.

I see arms that propel me through the pool, arms that have

Held children, stirred cookies, hugged and comforted loved ones.


The mirror says that my breasts sag.

I see pillows for babies, cats, and my boyfriend.

Proof of my womanhood.


The mirror says that my belly sags, and tells me the fat

Rolls are disgusting.

I see a belly that smiles, soft rolls that are great

Snuggling places, and that are a great landing place for

A child to carom into.


The mirror says that my thighs are thunderous.

I see an ample lap for two or more children to sit In

And hear a story, or find comfort.


The mirror says that my legs are stumpy and round.

I see legs that have paced, rocked and walked tired babies and toddlers

To sleep. Strong legs that have held me up in dark times.


The mirror says my butt is big and dimpled.

I see a well padded part able to sit on the floor to play,

A place for children to bounce, a place of attraction.

Yes, the mirror tells me all sorts of things.

That’s why I don’t listen to mirrors anymore.



K.F. 2012