22/03/2026
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
For the longest time I saw a reflection I hated.
She was aging, she was too big, her stomach wasnât flat, her thighs were large and she was no longer young and glowing.
She didnât look like menopause celebrities: they looked tiny and super toned.
They looked like they were acing the menopause, my reflection looked defeated, as if she was fighting a battle and had simply given up.
I called her names.
She was fat, lazy, embarrassing, shameful.
If I caught sight of her unexpectedly in a reflection, like a shop window, I would momentarily be stunned by how awful she looked.
Washed out, miserable, dejected.
Photographs were scrutinised and deleted if they showed the truth I did not want to see - that I was bigger than I was comfortable being. I would rather my kids had no photos of their mum to one day look through, than one of me looking as dreadful as I felt.
But know this:
My truth wasnât their reality.
It wasnât my husbandâs reality.
They were not worried about my size. They were worried about me withdrawing and feeling sad.
The only person who was being cruel and rude to me was me.
I was judging myself to a standard that my body is never going to live up to.
I was hating myself for not having jutting hip bones and ribs on show.
I was criticising myself for not looking airbrushed, or having filters, fillers, plastic surgery, Botox.
I was putting myself down because I did not look like what I was conditioned to think I should look like.
And all the while, this lovely lady looked back at me and willed me to like her. She urged me to accept me as I was.
Because there is only one of me.
And I couldnât go back in time, I was moving forwards whether I liked it or not.
The weeks go by so quickly as we age; Days become weeks. January becomes March, spring becomes summer, another year, another holiday spent hidden out of photos and covered up.
Like you are not worth being part of your family, or that society will shun you.
But there is only one of you.
And you deserve to be seen. You deserve to live this life - live YOUR life - to the full.
You ARE good enough.
You ARE more than your body shape and size.
You are a beautiful, loving, hard working, giving, kind, funny, compassionate woman.
You are a force of nature.
You are strong and you are gentle.
You are confident and you are vulnerable.
You are so many complex, beautiful contradictions with so much to offer those who already love you and those who have yet to know you and love you.
You need to be kinder to yourself and embrace who you are today.
Now, my reflection radiates positivity back at me, because I have been telling her for the past 18 months how fu***ng gorgeous she is.
The stomach and thighs are still there but they belong to this sexy, confident woman who is slaying life.
What do I see when I look in the mirror?
A freaking powerhouse who canât wait to get out there and live her life in full, not hidden in an oversized shirt.
At last, I see the whole picture and not just the insignificant imperfections that society programmes us to dislike.
Now my reflection smiles. Her eyes light up and she smiles.
Finally.
Copyright Middle age madness/Sarah Stenton