I sat at an eyeglass store, waiting my turn with the optometrist after choosing frames. I needed a prescription for reading glasses. While looking around I got a quick glimpse of this frumpy-looking middle-aged woman, with windblown hair and a tummy bubbling out. She slouched in a chair as if she was at home in her pajamas. Thinking she looked familiar, I did a double-take and realized I did know her. That woman was me! A mirrored reflection of me.