Have you ever woke up and looked in the mirror and screamed?
You looked in the mirror and you didn’t recognize the person standing before you?
Is that person a complete stranger or someone you once knew?
That exact situation happened me toward the end of my pregnancy. I looked in the mirror one day and I screamed and then I cried. The reflection of the person standing in front of me on had a semblance of who I was but I didn’t recognize her.
She was not me. Somewhere along the way, I lost my way and turned into a person I did not recognize.
I had no clue who was looking back at me.
Yes, I had the same eyes, nose, mouth, hair and body, but I just didn’t recognize that woman in front of me.
The glimmer of light I once had was gone. I looked into eyes staring back at me and they had a sense of emptiness.
In that moment I stood there just staring tears running down my cheek and a lightbulb went off.
I can’t do this anymore!
I refused to be this person who no longer recognized who I had become.
I refused to no longer have that glimmer or that emptiness.
So I swore to myself that I would do anything I had to in order to know who was looking back at me again.
That is exactly what I did.
Don’t get me wrong, it was not the easiest processes. A lot of blood, sweat and tears went into it.
But man was it ever worth it.
I know can stand in the mirror to see a woman who I recognize again. A women I can say I am proud of.
A woman who is living life on her own terms.
So I ask you?
Do you recognize the face looking back at you in the mirror or does it just resemble a person you once knew?