Thoughts on an ever-evolving life

Both Sides of the Mirror

Blog Post-1-3-2016-Both Sides of the Mirror

I stand in front of the mirror naked.

I see hair that has greyed and doesn’t hold the bounce that it once did.
He sees a place to entangle his fingers when he feels the need to claim and control.

I see eyes surrounded by lines and creases developed over years of living hard.
He sees orbs that flash fire and passion at his command.

I see a mouth that has lost its plumpness, surrounded by hard lines of past sadness.
He sees a soft and supple place to explore, kiss and taste.

I see an aged décolletage of spots, marks and lost elasticity.
He sees a field to place soft kisses and gentle touch.

I see deflating breasts, their perkiness long gone.
He sees peaks to conquer and claim, lick, tease and suckle.

I see a belly, fuller and flabbier, marred with the stretchmarks of the children I bore.
He sees the garden that he planted, which I cultivated and delivered to him, his son and his daughter.

I see thighs missing the definition that once was.
He sees the gateway to glorious layers he wants to continuously peel open and explore.

I see a body, no longer young, pure, taught, unmarred and desirable.
He sees his whole world in absolute perfection.

I want to see me through his eyes.


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54 thoughts on “Both Sides of the Mirror

  1. I have tears slowing running down these cheeks at the absolute beauty of these words. This is as beautiful as the woman in that mirror. I tend to see what he does.

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    • I know you see what he does. You have NEVER given me reason to doubt that. Thank you my Dear, Dear Friend. I am working on seeing more than my flaws. Thank you for being a source of light on that journey.

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      • You are a beautiful, beautiful woman with fiery eyes and a passion for life that matches. We were destined to cross paths my love. It was to be.

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      • Yes, we were. I’m still anxious to find out if we are related. If we are, even though it’s distant relations, you won’t be able to make out with me. I know that will pain you, but it would just be wrong being we are distant cousins and all. 😉

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  2. It can be hard to listen to them. We hear our head more than what they see. This is partly why I only have a little mirror in my bath room. I go by what Daddy picks for me to wear each day. I don’t want to have a different opinion on my head other than His. I know I am hard on myself. I don’t need a mirror making that easier todo.

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    • I agree. But I also tend to have doubt and disdain for myself, knowing that he wouldn’t tell me anything other than I am perfect. OK, maybe not perfect. 😉

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      • I understand that mind frame but he doesn’t have to tell you good things. He could be a jerk and not say anything or only say negative. We as a gender are hard on ourselves. We forget to be kind to ourselves. We are taught to be kind to others. To show love and compassion for those around us. But not ourselves. I think we do a great disservice to ourselves for that. We should love ourselves before we give love to others. I have started a new thing this year. I have a wipe off board in our kitchen. I am writing a positive thought on it everyday. We have to train our head to think different. Te same for how we feel about ourselves.

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      • Again, I completely agree. I love your wipe board idea. I might have to try something like that too. 🙂


  3. This is so, so beautiful…There is nothing like seeing ourselves through the eyes of a lover. Bravo!

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  4. Beautiful words as beautiful as his view i’d wager 😉

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  5. We are our own worse critic. I only know you from your posts, yet I see a woman with glorious curves, a sensual beauty whom I would love to call mine.

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  6. We husbands are not what we once were. Gone are athletic shapes of our youth, graying hair replaces our youthful colors, our stamina nothing like when we were young. Yet women like you bless us with your love and submission.

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    • There is a line under Professors left eye that I claim as MINE. It wasn’t there when we met. I have watched it appear, deepen and I am drawn to it when I look into his eyes. It will remain there, from this day until the end of time and that makes me truly happy. I guess he could feel the same way. Thank you for stopping by and sharing your view. I hope to see you around her much more. 🙂


      • Professor Wild on said:

        There is more than one line that has formed as time has taken me down its path. All of them belong to you. Let us continue to find joy in the journey, and continue to see life from both sides of the mirror. I love this write, in case you didn’t already know 🙂

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  7. I believe you will!!!! I may never fully see what M sees, but I believe him….and that makes all the difference most days.

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  8. Beautiful and insightful post.

    As a reader may be enticed by the book cover, they really only desire the words inside. A soulmate only sees, and desires the heart, no matter how the “cover” ages. All else is unconditional. We all change as time passes. We’re all flawed from what we were at the beginning of the relationship. And, we are all, our own, worst critics. I, as do many, simply want a mate who is real from the inside out. That is far more important in sustaining the longevity of any relationship. In his eyes, you will always looks the way you did when the first time he saw you, and felt the connection.

    I’d be willing to bet, that you feel very much the same way, about him too………

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  9. Mr Modigliani on said:

    So I hit like on this and you already have 32 comments! Every one of your likes and comments is deserved. This is a very rich, poetic piece that goes right to the heart. This is one of the most touching and beautiful posts I have read in quite some time and really one of your very best. Put it in your journal and keep it for the rest of your life.

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  10. I have about things and women in mirrors. So, I really loved this post. Bravo. Wait a few weeks and surpirse with more mirros. Thanks

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  11. ❤ tears. I find it difficult to see what my Sir sees.

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  12. XandrewX on said:

    🙂 After reading I have the vision of a lovely woman, I real woman, 😉 a woman of experience, ……… and if he loves your glorious layers to peel open and explore your gateway (wow you’re hot stuff!) then you have nothing to worry about!!!!!
    the gateway to glorious layers he wants to continuously peel open and explore.

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  13. iamdaphneblake84 on said:

    Amazingly accurate. The skewed vision through a woman’s eyes… The mirror brings forth the beast in us all… Should we remove the blinders from our own eyes… Our own world would be seen in a much kinder and softer light. Hugs, you beautiful human being!

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