Either the mirrors at Bloomingdales are rigged, or my insane gym-going last week is actually paying off. Woo!
→[More:] It's nice to see myself and think, "Damn, I look
good" again. It's been a while.
(Though I'm not totally discounting the possibility that the mirrors at Bloomingdales are rigged, because that was about the nicest bathroom I have ever been in, and magic "Look how wonderful you look! You should buy expensive clothes to celebrate!" mirrors would not have been out of the realm of possibility.)