I think every woman should schedule a photoshoot once in a while. It’s too easy for us to believe the lies we tell ourselves about how we look. We take for granted that others are as critical as we are when we look in the mirror. We’ve forgotten how to see ourselves through the mirror…
She’s there behind me, every time I look in the mirror. Comparing her reflection to mine. She shakes her head, that one with the perfect complexion. That size 0 waist mocks me. I hear her disapproving voice inside my head every time I try to pull on a pair of jeans. The ones that won’t…
Sometimes I stare in the mirror on Sunday mornings and wonder why I bother. Why put on the makeup, why wear the cute skirt? Because when we see each other Sunday morning, our children bouncing up to us, the makeup covering the tired bags under our eyes–that’s not real relationship. We exchange hellos and compliment…
Mom in the Mirror is not just for women who struggle with eating disorders. Mom in the Mirror is for every mom who has ever looked in the mirror and made a face at the image reflected there.
“What we wear is a song we sing to those around us.” If you read my interview with Trina Holden last week, you know how excited I am that she is sharing her passion for beauty in book form. Embracing Beauty has armed me with all sorts of ideas for adapting my shopping habits and my closet to fit…
I look down and I see my wrinkles and rolls, stretch marks and blemishes. I see legs that are anything but tanned and an outfit devoid of style. I look up and I see their bright eyes and a beautiful smile. I see shoulders that hug and arms that hold. I see hairs that He…
They spin and they twirl and they stand on their tip toes (preferably in the sunlight streaming through the window so they can watch their shadow dance). In their mind’s eye, they are as graceful as the Ballet Magnificat. “Aren’t I so lovely, Mommy?” the one asks in all confidence. And I agree. Smiling at…
They think I’m beautiful in my pink plaid pajama pants. The same ones I bought at Old Navy at least six years ago, and obviously haven’t worn in a while, due to the exclamations from my daughters over them this morning. My husband thinks I’m beautiful in the bigger-than-I’ve-ever-bought-before American Eagle jeans and a tank…
It’s always worst on Sunday mornings. I wait until the last minute to get dressed, letting the little man who still shares our bedroom get as long of a nap as possible before we go to church (where naps are now impossible for him, unlike some of the other people who go there). I pull…
When I look in my mirror, I see a momma tired, eyes on the verge of overflowing with tears of exhaustion. When I look in my mirror, I see hair that’s not as curly as it used to be. when I look in my mirror, I see a face and figure swelled many times its…
I have an emotional attachment to some of my clothes. But I’m not the only one who doesn’t want to get rid of outfits with special memories. One evening last week my husband patiently watched me try on shirt after tank top after blouse. I’d been more than a little overwhelmed when I got out…
“I must say, Anne, I don’t think you needed the dress; but since Matthew has got it for you, see that you take good care of it. There’s a hair ribbon Mrs. Lynde left for you. It’s brown, to match the dress.” -Marilla in Anne of Green Gables, pg. 198 She was bare-headed, and her…
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