Mirror Me
The space around my mirror is reserved for things that make me smile. It’s a bit cluttered and doesn’t look real neat… but every morning when I stand in front of it and do my hair, I see something that makes the corner of my mouth twitch a little. These are the things around my mirror, and I think they’re a little collection of pieces that make up ‘me’.
photos of friends and family – that photo of mum at my age… my favourite photo of Dan, Kyle and I… me and my parents when i was seven… a primary school portrait of my sister… claire and I on my birthday… a uniformed snapshot of Grandpa. People I want to remember, things I want to learn from them, good times I want to hold on to.
Transient notes, written on the glass – a list of the things I need to take to my exam… questions for me… questions for you… a reminder, a name, a number…
A bookmark, offered by a child in the last classroom I was in – green, polka dotted ribbon, the legend “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”
A keyring, a present – a diamente’d ’21′, glittering down a reminder that this is a glorious part of my life, and I need to live it.
A cardboard tag – emblazoned with the words ‘Extra Gorgeous!’, telling me that I can’t be pretty – but I can make up for it in attitude.
Another tag – a little story of a tiny teddy who was lost and afraid… but found someone to love him.
And a pewter rose – a touch of the classical… a cool, solid ghost of other roses.
Standing in front of my mirror every morning is more than just a mindless ritual – it helps me remember who I am.