Liars!

So there I am in Lady Foot Locker. Why? Let's just say because.

Anyway, there I am, you know, waiting, and as I am wont to do, I look into the full length mirror. Gonna check me out. How I'm lookin. What are other people seein. Am I good? Gray? Stumpy? In fashion? Out of it? Smiling or frowning? I look for these things.

So I look, and there I am, but it's not quite right. It's me, but it's definitely not me. No lie, I look like I'm at least 5'8", maybe 5'10". You all know that I am merely 5'5 1/2". Well, you may not have known the specific height, but you know I'm no 5'10". So there I am looking at a taller version of me. But something else is wrong. I'm thin. Like, the proportions are way out of whack. The whack that would normally be found in the Teo proportions are totally devoid of whack in this mirror. Indeed, not only do I look like I'm 5'8" or 5'10", but I'm a thin 5'8" or 5'10".

I ask LB, my compatriot and true patron of Lady Foot Locker, if anything seems odd. At first glance, no, she says. I say, look again. Indeed, there it is, a 5'10", thin version of Teo.

Gotta tell you, if I looked like that, then my choice of shoes is all wrong.