Oh my God there are mirrors everywhere!
What I meant to say is that I am back from three years in India to spend three weeks with my family in Seattle, before joining Amma’s American tour for eight weeks and then back to India. And my first observation of my trip back west is: Oh my God there are mirrors everywhere!
For the love of God, can you tell me why you would want to constantly be seeing your flaws?
Most households in India, at least the ones where I stay and am invited, have a nice mirror of around 6 by 4 inches. It is plenty big enough to comb your hair and freshen up in. But not big enough to see things that you don’t really want to see anyways.
Then I walked into the airport bathroom with the full length mirror, and bright lights and saw what seemed to be me looking back at me. But who was this person with so much gray, black lines under the eyes, and splotchy skin? What? Where did all that grey come from? When I saw my mother she confirmed that the gray was nothing new, I just hadn’t noticed it in our 6 by 4 mirrors…
I should have realized what was coming later in the day when my legs started screaming for air after my 15 hour flight from Dubai to Boston. You see, in the part of India where I live, men generally wear a munda, a sheet like wrap around the waste instead of pants. When I put my jeans on for the trip, I noticed they were no longer a perfect fit. But after a day of being wrapped up in this tight rough fabric my legs were screaming for relief. In Boston, I held my breath through immigration and then quickly found a bathroom to strip down and scratch my poor suffering legs like hell. Wooh. Just another 6 hour flight to go.
Ok, the airport was all well and good, but then I arrived home late at night, after 36 hours in transit, and thought I’d take a shower. It was around midnight and the glow of the fluorescent spotlight in the bathroom shined down on the scale. THE SCALE! I take a breath, strip down to get the most favorable outcome, and I weigh in. 178? 178! Arrrggghhh!
That is about 20 more pounds than I’m used to carrying. In shock, and forgetting where I am I turn around and am faced with, horror of horrors, a full length mirror under the florescent spotlight, glamorizing my new 20 pounds in all of their glory! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The sagging, the pair shape, the completely out of proportion everything! Normally walking into America from India we can guarantee adding on 10 extra pounds. It’s like the air itself is saturated with sugar here. But, coming in already up 20? I need to go for a jog. See you all later.
Have you had any surprises lately?
featured image by Sreejit Poole