You wake up in the morning, slump out of bed, shuffle to the bathroom, and look in the mirror. What do you see? Your eyes are a little puffy — nothing a couple of slices of cucumber won’t fix, but you don’t have the time and, heck, you don’t even have a cucumber. You shower, dry off, put on your makeup, and dress. Those pants must have shrunk. They weren’t this tight when I put them on before Christmas. OK, so maybe you’re not what you were five, seven, ten years ago, but hey, you’re getting older. And that’s not bad.
She wakes up in the morning, leaps out of bed, goes to the bathroom, and looks in the mirror. What does she see? Oh, God, her eyes are puffy — not so you’d notice, but she does! She showers, dries off, steps on the scale — she’s up a pound! Her mind spins. She’ll fast today! The stress rises as she puts on her makeup and she pokes her eye with the mascara wand. A tear runs down her check. Her foundation is ruined! She dresses, slips on her patent leather stilettos and sees a scratch on the heel! She can’t be seen in those shoes! She’s got to look perfect, be perfect. The scratch on the stilettos, the patched-up makeup, she’s going to be late, late, oh, God. They’ll be so disappointed. If only…