The Prompt: The Mirror Crack’d—You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?
Mirror Fearer
Every time I walk past it, I look into the glass
and notice how my hair looks and then survey my ass.
I cannot help but look at it, every time I pass—
criticizing how I look, both fuzziness and mass.
And in my deepest feelings, despite my brains and sass,
I can’t avoid this feeling that men must find me crass.
And so I guess I really feel that it would be a gas
if you took away the mirrors from this self-critiquing lass!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Yup your mothers humor. Cute…
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I could always rely on my friends to tell me how I really look, right?
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mirror mirror on the wall…the curse of reflection..or the blessing
honest appraisal here, Judy
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Look in the mirror now
And find your beauty. Wow.
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Sweet, Ann. Thanks..judy
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You took the words out of my mouth! Well written n a true “reflection”!
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You are a phenomenal poet Judy. I am following you. 🙂
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Thanks, Dorann. I enjoyed your mirror story as well and I look forward to reading more. Judy
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haha !! love it 🙂
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I like it! Imagine what the world would be like with no mirrors. Might end a lot of self esteem problems.
I think you would enjoy reading this one: http://theseekersdungeon.com/2014/05/04/can-you-say-too-much-information/ It wasn’t written for the prompt but it definitely could have been.
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I did enjoy it and left a comment on your blog. I recommend your posting as well.
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That actually is my son’s blog. I just thought it was a post that you would like since yours reminded me of it! I’m glad you liked my post as well…… enough to recommend it to others!
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Here’s what I do. I prop a long mirror up against a wall so it’s slanted a bit. No matter what your size, you’re thin…and I got rid of the magnifying mirrors. I love your prompt poems. They’re really all so clever.
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I had a friend.. actually, Lee, the one I just wrote the poem about, who never looked at her back view in the mirror. Unfortunate in terms of her hair… ha.
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That’s funny. Mom was convinced her left side was the best, so she always tried to position herself to everyone’s right. She usually showed more of her left side in photos too.
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Your mom was a larger-than-life character like my dad.
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Without a doubt.
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