Mirrors.
I have a love/hate relationship with them.
I know I'm supposed to love looking into them.
Gazing at myself in doe-eyed amazement at how drop-dead gorgeous I am.
At least that's what Wall Street says.
I just need a little of their help to make myself that way.
Right.
What I see when I even look in a mirror are things that show me "the old gray mare just ain't what she used to be."
That the new 56 will never be the old 29.
No matter what tune Wall Street sings...a siren song that says it's all about what we look like.
Funny, that's not what God says.
He's more concerned with Who we look like...