In our house, we have what we call ‘the mirror of truth’. This mirror is not for the faint hearted, or for those who are feeling their age and concerned about wrinkles and the like, or for those who generally want to feel good about their appearance.
I can have a full grooming (and by that I mean eyebrow waxing, plucking, shaping) session, pop into the other bathroom that has the mirror of truth and wonder if I did the whole thing with my eyes closed. Stray hairs, grey hairs, small hairs, large hairs – all are magnified beyond proportion and alarmingly obvious in the mirror of truth.
And if ever I am in doubt as to whether I look my age, a quick glance in the mirror of truth exposes the comments of smooth talking waiters to be pure flattery with no basis in reality whatsoever. When I’m cleaning in there, I
sometimes always avoid looking in the mirror.
The last time I passed by there, and scared myself, it started me thinking about the differences between that mirror and the mirror I use most often – one gives me the truth, as harsh as it is, and the other gives me only half the truth, which is a much nicer feeling.
If you’re anything like me, you’d rather the half truth than the whole truth when it comes to your flaws and shortcomings. It’s not pleasant to be faced with the cold hard facts about who we are, yet it’s a necessary part of our growth.
I have several people in my life who are ‘mirrors of truth’, and while I might not always like it, they let me know when I’ve spent too long looking in the half truth mirror and have a few stray hairs that are overdue for attention.
We need people who can be honest with us. And we need to be brave enough to stay in front of that mirror and address what it reveals.
Do you have someone who is a mirror of truth for you?
PS. Since it’s my 42nd birthday tomorrow, guess who’ll be avoiding the mirror of truth in our house? I can at least have one day of half truths about how I look, can’t I???