Reflective

My reflection is appearing in the window because the sun is actually out. I see my lips. They are pursed in concentration as my chubby man hands seek out letters on the keyboard in front of me. I just caught a glimpse of my lip curling up in a smirk because I am at such a creative impasse that I am choosing to blubber on about my dowdy reflection in the dusty window. Now, I see my eyes roll back into my head. I should shake off this silliness and try to write something serious.

But, wait! Hello gorgeous. Who are you?

If I angle my torso just right, the dust and the small area of darkness cover the imperfections making me appear slim. I may need to spend some more time in “reflection”. The reflected me has whiter teeth. I can’t stop looking at them. I look like I just succumbed to the unrealistic-toothy-veneer-craze and I look fabulous! If someone would walk in right now, they would see me Cheshire Cat grinning out this window with my boobs jutted forward. Would you look at my eyes? Man, they are like pools of…

Uh Oh! Sun, glorious sun…where did you go? Oh please come back. It is only you that can perpetuate this façade.

Here you come…you wouldn’t let a little cloud dampen this boost of confidence.

Now where were we? Oh yeah, my eyes. They are this sparkly aquamarine hue similar to the color you might see in an aerial view of the ocean. You could honestly promote the beaches of the Fijian Islands with this color.

To sum up:

Reflection = svelte body with exceptional posture, sparkly blue eyeys and a bright smile.

Real Life = chubby body straining to sit straight with chest over exaggerated, bugged eyes and lips bared to show teeth staring at a reflection in a window.

So glad I am alone in the office right now!