True stories with a twist!

She marched toward me determinedly and forcefully, scowling as she approached. One look at her warring demeanor signaled danger. News headlines of random attacks around the world entered my mind as I warily watched her approach. She advanced and came closer, glaring into the mirror. She dared it to reflect an image of a young model posing in magazines. She didn’t want to see the image she saw of herself in the dress as it maneuvered its way around her bumpy, untoned body.

Then I realized that his woman was no terrorist; she was a frustrated soul trying to look her best, and her reality was not helping her cause.

The indifferent mirror patiently awaited the next image seeker. A timid woman approached, squeamishly raising her eyes to see the transformation she hoped for. She approached the mirror as Dorothy approached the Wizard of Oz, full of hope that the image would be a flattering one. As she pleadingly reviewed the results, the mirror reflected the cruel truth. With a breath of disappointment she turned back to her dressing room to try on the next dress.

 Did each woman in that shop looking at her own image wish she could hit “Delete?”

An optimistic shopper arrived next. As she approached the mirror and smiled at her image she was confident and knew who she was. The woman was not particularly attractive, but had poise and a quiet, elegant appearance. She glanced at herself from the front view, then each side and back views as she appraised the outfit and how it looked. One (out of seventeen customers) people in the shop was happy! Others were sure that the mirror lied or had a secret alternate agenda.

“Does this come in extra large?” came a voice from the dressing room across the hall.

“Can I order this skirt about two inches longer?“ came another.

“I want the same style with more room in the hips.”

Such anticipation. So much hope. The unending search to find something flattering to wear. Something that will fool reality into believing that time has not taken its toll, aging doesn’t create changes in muscle tone, and people don’t shrink.

As for me, I was successful. I found a shawl in a neutral color, a soft fabric and without any size or shape restrictions.

Comments on: "BUDDY, CAN YOU SPARE A DRESS?" (12)

  1. fransiweinstein said:

    And then there’s shopping for bathing suits … 🙂

  2. Oh, I know what you mean. I have so much trouble finding a dress that fits me…

  3. Oh that dreaded Mirror… Shawls are much kinder on the reflection 🙂 Made me smile Ronnie.. Hope you are well my friend and so pleased to catch this in my reader today.
    Love and Blessings your way.. Have a great week.. Love Sue xxx

  4. I avoid mirrors most of the time and wear loose fitting garments. No fashion statement here.

  5. I hate mirrors. .? They makee my wife so cross sometimes…. me? I like them… they help me shave, probably the only time I use them… love this post so well written

  6. Anonymous said:

    Loved this!!! Beautifully written and so true. mimi

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