Good old Blue Oyster Cult. Or...kinda.
So! Uhm, as a 300+ poundah, I wonder if anyone has this in common with me: absolute mirror fear. Its like I know by now I am huge. However, I can't stand being reminded of it. Does anyone else but me look in a mirror and cringe?
I go a step further: when I walk by a full length mirror to enter a room, closet or bathroom I have instinctively closed the eye congruent with the mirror as I pass it. One glance at my anatomy and my whole day could come crashing down like "Oh god oh god I'm fat..." Because I will have been having fun doing something and accidentally caught a glimpse of how I look. It's easy to forget you are twice to thrice the weight of all your friends while you are having a good time! Then someone asks for one of my custom cocktails, I get up with a grin and BAM...Oh god, is that me?
I can handle the shoulders up fine. Below that and I get triggered to bury my sudden morose feelings in foods. I see me every day. I feel it, I know the fat is there. But every time I am visually reminded, I just sink like the Titanic. Even I have done the "My face is rocking, but my body is a total Monet!" thing thought I hate the "such s pretty face" people. It bothers me a lot more lately because I am so eager to lose this mess, and my little weight loss (obviously) hasn't shown up anywhere yes. My friend Eddie calls me Jennifer Connelly Muppet, since she breaks a mirror in just about every movie she's in.
I can't be the only one rendered completely neurotic to the point of superstition by mirrors, can I?




