As a kid, I loved the movie Freaky Friday. The idea of switching places with someone -- walking a mile in their shoes -- has always intrigued me. To this day, I'm fascinated by what makes people say and do the things they say and do. I've often said that I'd like to experience one day as a man (I'd also like to experience one day being six feet tall, but that's a whole other post...). I'd like to know what I'd think about if I were a man...what would I worry about? Would people treat me differently?
The question arose again for me a few days ago when I came around the corner and saw my husband checking his reflection in the mirror in our front hallway, just before leaving for work. I watched him glance at himself, turning his head one way, then the other.
"Checking your look?" I teased.
"Yup," he said. "And I'm good with it."
I pondered that for quite a while after he kissed me and walked out the door. When's the last time you heard a woman say, "I'm good with it" after she looked in the mirror? Don't get me wrong -- most of us have days where we leave the house thinking we look pretty good. But I suspect we're more inclined to notice the "flaws." Maybe our hair isn't quite right, our chosen outfit doesn't feel good or we've discovered a blemish or dark circle that wasn't there yesterday. Instead of focusing on what we like, we focus on what's "wrong." And too often we do it out loud...in front of our daughters -- teaching them to focus on their "flaws," too.
