The Mirror and Me
**The Woman and the Memory of the Mirror**
*By Antoinette McCormick* There are mornings when I swear my bathroom mirror has an attitude. I walk in, half-asleep, and there she is—the woman who looks like me but with softer edges, laugh lines, and wisdom sitting right where youth used to be. She’s not the same girl who could eat fries at midnight and wake up refreshed. She’s the woman who’s lived, loved, and survived… and sometimes she needs a reminder that she’s still beautiful. The truth is, the mirror doesn’t just show our face—it shows our journey. Every stretch mark, scar, and silver hair is proof that we’ve carried life, responsibilities, and the weight of becoming. Yet somewhere between motherhood, menopause, and everybody needing something from us, we forgot to see *ourselves.* When I coach women, I often tell them: the reflection isn’t an enemy—it’s evidence. You’ve evolved. You’ve earned your softness, your boundaries, your laugh lines. That’s power, not loss. So today, don’t fix the reflection—study her. Ask her what she needs. Give her grace for the years that took but also gave. And maybe, just maybe, laugh at the absurdity of it all—the hot flashes, the hormonal mood swings, the jeans that refuse to zip. Because humor heals what harshness never could. Becoming her—the woman you are now—isn’t about chasing who you were. It’s about honoring who you’ve become. The mirror just needs a little help remembering that sometimes. If this hits home, and you’re ready to rediscover your reflection—not the old you, but the *true you*—come sit with me at [coachantoinette.com](https://coachantoinette.com). Let’s start your becoming together. *© 2025 Antoinette McCormick | The Coaching Table | Hot Flashes & Cold Truth*