01/25/2026
In gym settings, thereās a lot of talk about scales. Rarely do we talk about mirrors. Iāve been thinking about this a lot, and Iād like to share some thoughts. If upon reading this, youād like to share with me your perspective, Iād love to hear it.
Although mirrors have been used in some form since the beginning of recorded time, I canāt help but think we were never meant to see our physical bodies as broadly and as often as we do. In nature, weād only see our reflection in water, far from the type of crystal clear reflection we see today.
Iāve been realizing lately, I was never meant to dissect every extra pound, each new wrinkle, or see every gray hair as it grows in. On the flip side, my ego isnāt meant to be fed by seeing how āgood I look todayā or seeing new muscle gains, or āthis outfit looks great.ā Blah, blah whatever.
When I do inevitably show signs of aging in the mirrorājust going through the totally normal, natural processes of life, itās ego shattering. I should be grateful. Iāve been gifted enough time to have signs of aging at all. That pesky mirror is trying to rob me of being content in my own skin, a subconscious battle every single day.
I donāt think itās normal or natural. We arenāt meant to be attuned to our physical bodies in this way. Weāre meant to experience our bodies through feeling ā not seeing. Confidence is a feeling. Strength is a feeling. Love is a feeling. Hate is a feeling.
The world is a mirror reflecting what youāre feeling. Much like a scale, by looking in a man made mirror, and getting lost in the physical ego spectrum, I think weāre doing more harm than good.
I donāt weigh myself anymore. I expect escaping the mirror is going to be a lot harder, but itās something my soul has been talking to me about lately.
Anyone out there feeling this too?
Side note, mirrors also totally creep me out at night.
