Mirrors

I have gotten to the point where I refuse to see myself less than fully clothed in front of a mirror. See, my metabolism has finally started to slow down and so now I've got a little pooch of a stomach. This doesn't bother me so much. The part that bothers me is that I can still see my ribs. So...ribs and a pooch. How does that work? So, the solution is to never be topless in front of a mirror. Ever.