A Hard Look in the Mirror

Mirrors live in most of our homes with us. I’ve got several, myself. And despite having given it a fair amount of thought over the years, I haven’t yet managed to make friends with the face that looks back at me every single day.

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This morning as I lay in bed thinking about my challenge, I fell upon the expression: “Take a long, hard look in the mirror.”

When we say it to someone, I suppose we’re usually telling them to stop lying, denying or making excuses. We’re asking them to take responsibility for who/how/what they are. In other words, we’re saying, Get real, man!

self-portrait in mirror © isacooney 2020

But as I turned the words around in my head, I realized that the expression evokes something different for me.

Mirrors live in most of our homes with us. I’ve got several, myself. And despite having given the question a fair amount of thought over the years, I haven’t yet managed to make friends with the face that looks back at me every single day.

In fact, the word “hard” is truly appropriate to describe what often happens when I behold my reflection. There is hostility. It’s not pretty.

I guess this hearkens back to what I was writing yesterday: we tend to get really good at convincing ourselves that how we appear is simply not OK. From our features to our weight to the state of our skin to the color of our teeth, and don’t even get me started on the subject of hair…we inspect and critique our mortal bodies. We are too often horrified by what we see.

And even on days when we’re not horrified, we still hold back. We don’t grant our reflection a tender, loving smile as we would to another loved one we locked eyes with. Never mind tender and loving, we don’t usually even smile at all (excepting weird lip movements that might resemble a smile, when applying lipstick).

Well, I keep saying we but I haven’t done enough asking around to really know if what I’ve experienced is universal or not. I hope it’s not. But I fear it is.

I suppose there’s a related—but not much healthier—phenomenon that exists out that’s a sort of narcissistic fascination with one’s own image or reflection. Less critical, less hard, but still painfully separated from the soul that’s inhabiting the body. Am I making sense?

Something my sister Emily pointed out to me one day is that what we’re seeing in the mirror is not “us”. It’s simply one reflection, in one moment of time, from one angle, and just one facet of our multi-faceted being.

This was helpful, and as I raise my third child, I try to avoid saying stuff like “Who’s that in the mirror? It’s you! It’s Stella!” Instead, I point out that we’re looking at her reflection, or better yet, a reflection of her.

And on that note (babies) it might behoove us all to make note that babies (before they learn all the nonsense) are freakin SO HAPPY to see their own reflection. When they’re too young to “know” that it’s “them”, and even once they clearly have put 1 and 1 together, they’re so INTO making faces at, and admiring their reflection. Stella was really into kissing herself for a while. We are clearly smarter before we learn stuff.

She is my hero

Another thing I learned from Emily is that we can practice circumventing the usual mirror scowl/hardness by settling in for several minutes and simply locking eyes with our reflection. I recall her referring to the possibility that this practice could lead one down the proverbial “rabbit hole”, in a good way.

I have tried this a few times, once when I was stoned (back when I still smoked weed) and the other time when I was alone in a hotel bedroom during a yoga retreat I was working at. Both times I was able to (temporarily anyway) make friends with that moving image of myself.

There comes a softening, and a laughing quality, when you lock eyes with that familiar friend/enemy and you don’t let them scare you away. I guess I need to put aside a bit more time for mirror time.

If I can just practice locking eyes, and gently reminding myself: “Friend. Friend. You’re looking at a friend,” I bet I could make some progress. I’ll report back.

Seen at the Rêve de l’Aborigène Festival, summer of 2018

Hey, something that just occurred to me about the mirror scowl: is it our reflection scowling back at us, or are we scowling at our reflection?

6 comments on “A Hard Look in the Mirror”

  1. As I recall, from years and years ago when I was your age, in midlife one is on the cusp of accepting oneself, whatever the earlier conflicted relationship with one’s appearance and personality might have been. Wishing you greater self-acceptance and celebration of the marvel that is you, in the years ahead!

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  2. There is another way to look at a mirror. First that it is still hanging on the wall. Second that it is not really you and cannot possibly be you. How can it be you anyway. You are much much more than an image. You is what in your heart and in your mind. Now they tell us that it can actually look into our minds and our hearts through much more sophisticated mirrors. Those mirrors are also not you but something else. Someone trying to figure this out many many years ago invented the concept of soul. Some others grabbed this to explain everything. From then they invented hell and heaven. Well that worked for a while, and still works for some, but it was all just an invention. All this to show that images in mirrors of all kinds have to be taken with a great deal of salt. Some days those mirrors show one image that is not real and others another image that is not real as well. The true person is never there it is hidden in a panoply of love and experiences of their entire lives. So my dear Isabel next time you look in the mirror that is not you. You are beautiful human being and only minute parts of that Human being might or might not appear from time to time on mirrors hanging on walls or in the pupils of others who transfer those images into whatever in their conceit and ignorance they have concluded the image transferred from their eyes to their brains Is.
    Jasmin

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    1. thank you, jasmin. there’s a lot of food for thought here. here’s what i hope to take with me:
      “images in mirrors of all kinds have to be taken with a great deal of salt.”
      “The true person is never there it is hidden in a panoply of love and experiences of their entire lives.”

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