When asked to look in the mirror, what do you see?
“The mirror’s missing out, for not seeing what I see.”
What does he see in the mirror? by Tony Huzzard
At 86 he doesn’t seem too keen to look in the mirror, only when shaving or using his brylcreem each morning. He is proud that, at his age, he still has plenty of hair. I believe that comes of him not being too keen to wash his hair very often, so I suppose that all the build up of whatever helps to fertilize it.
Neither is he happy to look in the mirror as his ears look
to be bigger than is normal.
His forehead has many lines on it, coming from, as he believes it did, from spending years on the cricket fields facing the sun.
He has, however, a happy disposition, with usually a smile on his face. Anyway, as people sometimes tell him,
he certainly doesn’t look his age.
Appearing Different by Liz Gregson
Liz has platinum blond hair; while it has stayed the same colour her attitude towards it has changed over time. As a child and teenager she disliked standing out, but later saw this positively as an advantage and made the most of it. Now in her 60s Liz’s hair colour no longer looks different to other people of her age. Her hair was cut in a bob until last year when she let it grow during lockdown and it is now shoulder length. Sometimes her hair looks well combed and tidy, other times it is more windblown or tied back.
Liz’s skin is very pale with a pink tinge. She uses factor 50 sunscreen to prevent this burning and glowing lobster red in the sunshine. She has some moles, wrinkles and fine lines, which she dislikes, but reluctantly accepts.
Liz’s eyes are pale blue. Sometimes people have commented they ‘look red.’ Although she knows this is how they can appear in bright light or flash photography, she still feels uncomfortable when people comment on this. Her eyes appear to ‘wobble’ and not work together, due to nystagmus, which is part of her eye condition associated with albinism.
Liz’s eyelashes are very pale and hard to see against her pale skin. She uses brown/black mascara to make them more noticeable and give her eyes more definition.
Liz’s nose is average and her lips are pink. These days in indoor public places they are obscured by a mask, which she regards as a necessary precaution rather than a preference.
Liz’s ears are often hidden underneath her hair. She wears 2 hearing aids, which she accepts, but she dislikes the way some people speak to her and the misunderstandings this can cause, which lead to her sometimes feeling marginalised.
Self Image by Students of Trinity Academy
A group poem
I look like my mam
I’m the only one with straight hair in my family
I’m also the only one in my family with laugh lines
I don’t wear makeup because I don’t want to
I take pride in my work and I take pride the something I do
My feelings and looks make me unique
I get my freckles from my mam
My mam lets me get a haircut
Yes I do have laugh lines around my mouth
No I don’t wear makeup
My personality is sporty so I wear a tracksuit
I’m polite and helpful
Even though I’m small, I’m brave
Yes parts of my face do look like my family
I style my hair like this because I like it
No I don’t have laughter lines
No I don’t wear makeup
Yes my appearance says this about my personality
I dress in tracksuit and jacket but I am sentimental
Sadly I have my dad look
I wear my hair like this because is messy
I have laughter lines because I laughter
I don’t wear makeup because I don’t want to
Does your appearance say anything about your personality?
What makes you unique?
My looks and feelings make me unique
Some of my mam’s friends say I have her eyes. That they remind them of her kindness.
I wear my hair like this because I have no choice
I have laughter lines because I like making people laugh
My laidback personality reflects my laidback appearance
My tallness makes me unique. And I have empathy.
Yes like my dark, colourful, complicated eyes and my similar face
My hair is like this because I don’t have time.
Makeup makes you look like a dummy.
My appearance makes me look nice. A nice person.
I am unique because I am who.
Face Reading by Mary Pickin
Her best feature has always been her nose; small, not a Pickin nose; a Checkland nose; like her evil granny, Eveline; quite mad but not in a nice way. Her mother told her many times that she was just like granny. She wasn’t referring to her daughter’s small nose. Granny had what was called Borderline Personality Disorder in those days; it’s now known as Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder. Either way granny checkland treated her 13 grandchildren in a very partial and unstable way. At Christmas she gave her favourite grandchild £5 and £1.20p to the rest to share.
Her eyes are blue grey like every other of her sibling’s with very sparse eyelashes and eyebrows. Some of her sisters try to rectify this with dye now. She tried this on her eyebrows a few weeks ago. She looked like Groucho Marks who’d just been found in the cupboard with the plump posh lady in all of his films. She loves wearing glasses, different coloured glasses which are so much easier to wear than make up especially now her eyes are hooded with age. She goes by the motto “Smile and the world smiles with you”.
Her lips are thin so she likes to smile to hide that. The little bump above the left side of her lip could be emphasised when she needs to dress up as a witch or a mad old pirate woman with a cutlass and a bottle of rum. You can tell when she disapproves as her lips disappear into a straight line on her stern visage. She’d say to her sons when they were naughty, “look at my lips” and they would lower their eyes and shift their feet as she said “naughty, naughty, naughty boys”
On Reflection by Jude Bazen
When I look in the mirror
I see my Mum, but she had kinder, bluer eyes.
People often tell me: “You look so much like your mother.”
But she had a warmer more welcoming smile
And her hair was softer and neater than mine.
But yes, I do look like her
Maybe when she was preoccupied with a sad thought or slightly annoyed.
I must work on my resting bitch face!
More on the inside by Victoria Gray
When looking in the mirror,
I see a lot more than what the mirror sees.
Lyrics swimming around my head.
One point perspective, kinky afro.
I remember the things that have made me laugh.
Good and bad.
The mirror’s missing out,
For not seeing what I see.
Roman Nose by Anne Raffle
When she passes by a mirror or reflective window, she occasionally stops and takes a quick look.
Sometimes she can see her mother looking back, it’s the shape of her nose, although her father used to say she had a Roman nose – it wanders all over your face, he would chuckle.
As both her parents had dark hair and brown eyes it is to be expected that hers were the same. Her brother however had fair hair and blue eyes and people would ask if Mum had been friendly with the milkman! Mum was of course affronted by that remark and would tell them that Dad’s uncle was blond and blue eyed, so it runs in the family.
Sometimes the mirror image evokes a memory, particularly as both her parents are no longer here, so it’s just a glimpse of something at the back of her mind.
She sees her Mum in her older sister, who is now the same age as when her Mum died. Because her sister is poorly, it is a relentless shock and reminder of how fragile life is.
Her other half says that she looks like her Mum when she is angry, so she tries not to get annoyed or frown very often.
There are times when she see her Dad in the shape of her face, the high forehead and wrinkles. She reminds herself that Dad was knowledgeable, so she must be the same.
All in all, she is a mix of her family, parents, siblings and grandparents as well as all life has thrown at her over the years.
When discovering some very old family photos while doing an ancestry search, she definitely sees where she has come from.
She should look in the Mirror by Pat Stott
That woman needs to take a look at herself. Straggly hair that needs a trim. I know she has a large collection of earrings, she could wear them if her ears were able to be seen. The hair is not quite grey or white enough to be attractive and it is very thin. I remember her mother having hair like that. Perhaps a special shampoo might help with both problems. Or a trip to the hairdressers.
Why does she wear such large glasses, are the dark frames hiding some wrinkles or worn to draw attention away from the slightly too broad nose and incipient double chin.
When the glasses come off I can see her blue eyes, they show kindness and concern. There is also a sense of fun when she smiles, the sort you want to steal and pass on. She should do that more often.
Her skin seems to have weathered well. Obviously not someone who has spent her life outdoors. Thin lips but nice teeth, although I have a feeling they are not all hers. Still, doing well for 75.
Face in the mirror by Kate Bowman
She looks, then looks again. Caught off-guard by what she sees. The forehead, could be either or her parents, being high. Blue eyes, again like both of them but on the wide side like her Mum’s. Her Mother’s nose, straight and direct (not thank God, her Father’s roman nose). A chin with a dent and prone to a wobble under upset. Pale like her Father with freckles for good measure. A face that combines Yorkshire stoicism with strong emotions bubbling beneath the surface. How many times have those eyes brimmed full of tears – either love or rage? How many times have those lips parted in laughter – loud and long? How many times, hair brushed and styled to start the day or end the day. Countless brush strokes as countless as the lines etched onto her face.
Where’s the real me? by Mrs Pat
Looking in the mirror, what do I see? If you had asked me that 15/18 months ago I would have seen a pathetic uncaring sad lonely bitter person who hid away from everything behind a painted smile and a few bottles of wine which was my crutch or so I thought I also though no one cared oh it’s funny how your mind works when the demon drinking alone in the house is involved.
Today I look in that same mirror and I see the caring wonderful fiance, mother, sister. aunt, cousin, friend I have always been throughout my life and I’m loved dearly you forget that with alcohol, I’ve stopped making excuses. Oh, I don’t feel well, I’m all busy because it interferes with my drinking…. Looking back it’s so sad. The thing I have always found hard is to tell people NO! I now have to be a bit selfish as the road to recovery is so hard so it’s a bit like this? The plane is dropping and the masks come down. What do you do ? the first instinct is to save the person next to you, your loved one?? NO you have to put your mask on to save others so im my eyes that’s what I have done.
I have now actually climbed through that mirror I was looking in and I’m now looking back at the outside world isn’t it beautiful I have my whole life infront of me there will always be the non believers who are just waiting for you to fall the thing is you never know what’s round that corner called life so back threw the mirror I go what do I see ?
I see me … the beautiful happy loving person I always was there. I just got a bit lost. My future is in my hands, my choices no need for alcohol to get there .