I don’t just mean actual mirrors.
I mean the constant checking.
The front camera.
The black phone screen reflection.
The shop windows.
The photos you zoom into for far too long afterwards.
The habit of wondering what you looked like while someone was talking to you instead of actually hearing them.
It’s exhausting when you really think about it.
And half the time we don’t even notice we’re doing it anymore because it’s become so normal.
Some people wake up and their first thought is themselves from the outside.
Not:
“How do I feel today?”
But:
“How do I look?”
That’s a hard way to live.
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I think a lot of us have quietly lost the ability to just… exist.
Everything feels observed now. Documented. Evaluated.
You can’t even go for a walk without somehow becoming aware of yourself walking.
And I honestly think it steals something from people.
Because when you’re constantly monitoring yourself, you’re never fully inside your own life.
Part of you is always standing outside yourself, clipboard in hand, making notes.
Too fat.
Too old.
Too awkward.
Smile looked weird then.
Why did I say that?
Delete the photo.
Take another one.
It’s relentless.
And the sad thing is, the mirror never actually gives peace anyway.
It just moves the goalposts.
You fix one thing and suddenly there’s another.
A new insecurity.
A new comparison.
A new version of yourself you think you should become before you’re finally allowed to relax.
I’ve started thinking some of the best moments in life happen when you forget yourself completely.
When you’re laughing so hard you stop caring what your face looks like.
When you’re deep in conversation.
When you’re outside and the air feels good and your brain finally shuts up for five minutes.
When you’re creating something.
When you’re comforting someone you love.
When you’re genuinely present.
That’s real life.
Not staring at yourself trying to decide whether you’re acceptable.
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And honestly? I think too many people — especially women — have spent years believing their main purpose is to be visually pleasing.
Not interesting.
Not joyful.
Not peaceful.
Not fulfilled.
Just appealing.
As if our entire existence is supposed to be spent managing how we’re perceived.
What a waste of a human being.
You are a whole person. Not a presentation.
Your laugh matters more than your angles.
Your mind matters more than whether your skin is “good.”
The way you make people feel matters more than whether you looked perfect in the photo.
And before someone says “easy to say” — no, I know. I know how deep this stuff runs.
Most of us weren’t taught to feel at home in ourselves. We were taught to evaluate ourselves.
There’s a difference.
I don’t think confidence is waking up every day thinking you’re stunning.
I think confidence is reaching a point where your appearance stops being the most interesting thing about you.
Where your life becomes louder than your self-consciousness.
Where you get so involved in living that you forget to obsess over yourself all the time.
That’s freedom to me.
Not perfection.
Just freedom.
So maybe stop looking in the mirror so much.
Not because your appearance doesn’t matter at all — we’re human, of course it matters a bit.
But because your life matters more.
And it would be a shame to miss it because you were too busy watching yourself exist instead of actually existing.
Until next time.
Lorraine x
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