As a child I would often be caught talking to myself in the mirror. Smiling; frowning, laughing. I liked the way I looked and I enjoyed seeing my expressions.
I wanted to be an actress. I wanted to be on film. I thought about what that would look like and how I would channel all of my big feelings into any given scene.
I never really grew out of that embarrassing habit. I still can’t walk past a mirror without seducing it. I still fantasize about starring in a movie opposite Zac Efron or Chris Hemsworth.
I don’t think I’m the most beautiful or have the best features, but I enjoy my ever changing self. I think it’s strange to see fine lines and wrinkles appear, and then stay. It happens so gradually that you don’t even notice until all of a sudden they’re just there.
But when I look in the mirror now, I don’t criticize myself. I look for the features I like. I smile, I laugh, and occasionally I frown to see the depths of the lines between my eyes.
I think society wants us to look in the mirror and hate what we see, but I just... don’t.