I just love it when this happens
Today I had a meeting with someone at the Starbucks down the street from my office. As I was walking down the sidewalk, I was feeling pretty confident-- I have on my favorite jeans, cute shoes, nice accessories, etc. I'm prancing down the sidewalk, feeling like a star, when it happened.
I turn my head to the right and see a reflection of someone with a big ass, stomach sticking out, lurching down the sidewalk, whose hair was a mess.
Lesson: Avoid mirrors at all costs.
I turn my head to the right and see a reflection of someone with a big ass, stomach sticking out, lurching down the sidewalk, whose hair was a mess.
Lesson: Avoid mirrors at all costs.
posted by Bossy Bar-Wife | 12:08 PM
9 Comments:
How about when your Spanx is peeking out from underneath the skirt you wore to work - and you don't notice until 3:30 in the afternoon? That's what I love.
There is nothing worse than those days when you want to turn and punch the body and face that are staring back at you in the reflection. I am always positive I just need to have my eyes checked.
There is nothing worse than those days when you want to turn and punch the body and face that are staring back at you in the reflection. I am always positive I just need to have my eyes checked.
Why didn't you wave and say hi to me?
you are hilarious
That happens to me every time I go to the mall!
Reality sucks, huh?
Funny! I was in SteinMart one day trying to figure out who the heck would leave the house with lacy panties on under such snug fitting pants. Aaaah the pleasure when I realized that was my arse in the mirror!
Hey, take it from me, go home and look at yourself in a proper mirror, those street reflections are like fun house mirrors and really distort, sometimes subtle-y sometimes quite a lot. I still think you looked way way better than those reflections showed. So don't take it seriously. The only good thing might be it might make you improve your posture, if you notice a lot of slouching...which always makes you look a lot worse than you are...
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