Do we ever see ourselves like others do?

Peer into the mirror
see stranger’s eyes staring at me.
Wonder who she may be?
Turning sideways glare here and there.
This body can’t be mine--
the legs, ruined, have spider veins,
her wrinkled face is old,
she’s got side saddles that fall, droop,
her cough sounds like the croup.
To think I used to be
a smidgen of man’s fantasy.
Maybe if I add rouge
it’ll highlight my pale cheeks
but the rest simply reeks!
Perhaps with a shattered image
I’ll o’ercome vanity . . .
t’would be great for humanity.
I smashed the mirror . . . trashed!
I’ll rely on mem’ry
now, forever, eternity!