Life Size

I hate when people stare.  I know I’m not the hottest thing anyone has seen, I’m not the ugliest.  It’s not like I’m part of a freak show with 3 legs...  may be debatable... but we are getting off track here.

The other day I had an epiphany!  I was walking and glanced over at what I thought was a window but it was a mirror.  That feeling of seeing yourself when you aren’t expecting it can be truely awakening.  When someone’s taking a picture or when you are in front of a mirror, you can predict what you look like.  A candid picture, FaceTime view, or in my case and unexpected mirror, you can get a true depiction of what people see.

I now understand why people stare.  It’s not everyday you see a life size male Bratz Doll.  (Think Tyra Banks in her 2000 film debut in “Life-Size.”)  What I saw in the mirror was beady eyes that are too big for my face, a head that is too big for my body, and a tan that looks like I went on vacation to the equator or exfoliated with Tang.  -But I have a great personality and I know the correct usage of “your” and “you’re” so I think I’m still a catch.

I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think I’m better than everyone else. 🤷🏼‍♂️