Who has never burst into tears in front of their reflection in a dressing room? All that is in the past! Today, we settle our accounts once and for all with this damn mirror. No but!
Every time I look at you, dear mirror, you try to make me believe that my body is all deformed, covered in cellulite and redness. But I know the truth. The only thing ugly here is your reflection, not me!
Because I know that your reflection is not the truth. How many times have I trusted you by buying a dress from you and realizing as soon as I left you that neither the fit nor the color came out the same? Now I have unfailing vigilance.
And then by the way, I want to tell you that it's not me who's screwed up, it's you! You're all skinny, your cabin is rickety, the hooks are so microscopic that I have to put my things on the floor. In short, we all understood your little game:you're trying to make us sad because you're JALOUS!
Besides, why trust you so much when you're so changeable? One day, you make us bigger. Another time, at H&M for example, you make us thinner, or more muscular at GAP. All this to make us consume, a kind of manipulative and venal mirror.
We won't be fooled anymore! And besides, we are girls of values.
And the light, do you think we haven't seen it, the light? We all know that your accomplice also does everything to manipulate us. Moreover, the site Osram, supplier of lighting for companies, does not hide it, remarks Rue 89:
Besides, let it be said, you're not very efficient... As we can't really see ourselves in your distorting reflection, with your horrible reflections and your lame lights, we go out every time to see the result of our fittings in the large mirror, between the cabins.
Before, we discreetly stuck our heads out and then risked stepping outside, a little uncomfortable, to see the sometimes terrifying result in front of everyone.
But now, we have gained in self-confidence, we think we are splendid and we don't care what other people think. So we go out with our heads held high, like an act of revolt, and we're going crazy!
In the poetry magazine Vagabondages , the writer Jean-François Comte writes that "the self is a fitting room, we lock ourselves in with our mirror to choose our image".
So we too choose the image we want to see in you. And we decide to find ourselves guns. Full stop!
Deep down, we feel bad for you. You stay all your life in the same place, you spend your days seeing people pass by without them even remembering your reflection,… And besides, nobody likes you. So we're going to look at you from now on with a more benevolent eye (just don't get revenge).
Don't put it all on your back, either. Because if girls are so fat in front of you, it's a bit -also- because of all the ultra-photoshopped models.
But we know that we are real girls, who live in real life, and that we are beautiful without editing software. We are proud of who we are. So, we are not afraid of you anymore!
Come on, shall we make peace? There is no point in wasting energy by getting angry. Now, we see you as a friend, a team member, who is there, in this poor cabin. Which is not very effective but which we like anyway.
Because you help us when we want to recover from lipstick, you allow us to see our buttocks that we can't see at home (we don't have a double mirror, huh). And above all, because now, we choose to see in you the image we hear:a splendid and fulfilled girl!
