I caught you looking at yourself in the mirror this morning (I was peeking around the bathroom door, being all quiet). You were looking longingly into your reflection, tilting your head left then right and shifting your weight lightly from one foot to the other. I wondered what was going through your mind (I am nosy like that you know). Perhaps you were pondering last night’s twitter conversations (why do you get along so much more with your twitter friends than your real ones?), maybe you were wondering when you are going to get a boyfriend, or just trawling through your mind at the “totally boring” lessons that lie in front of you. Then I remembered, as you tucked your hair behind your ear, that you were wondering why you couldn’t look like the amazing picture of Brooke Shields I showed you a few days ago. (Those 80’s icons were the best you know). Then I giggled at myself, remembering a moment from my youth that I dare not repeat to such tender ears.
Do you know what I see when I look at you?