Are you not a gorgeous young stud? That's a shame. Imagine the fun you could have, if you were. In reality, of course, if you were, it would worry you even more that, in spite of your great beauty, so many girls still shunned you.
But I digress...
No, a mirror shows me what I prefer to see, more or less. Maybe mirrors worry about getting smashed, in a random fit of pique. Photos for driver's licenses, passports, mugshots, etc. are a whole other story:
These days, no hats, no glasses, and definitely no smile is allowed. No natural head-angle, either. You are required to endure a non-likeness of your face that will haunt you for years to come, or until you cut your throat, whichever comes sooner.
Are you really unaware that you can not-worry? Really?
No doubt you have been puzzled by my frequent references to the art of not-thinking. Most people are. Because they have never once been able to do it. But it is eminently possible to not-think. And once you are able to, then as a side-effect, you are also able to not-worry. No thought = no anxiety.
I just came back inside from a walk in my formerly beautiful and tidy woods, only to have found, out there, five trees blown down in a recent windstorm. Big trees. One was huge. I stopped when I saw this, looked impassively at it all, and said out loud:
"Wat a fokkin' may-ass".
Which roughly translates into:
"Oh dear. How dreadful".
It will take me weeks to clear up that disaster, move all the debris out to the fence line, convert the trunks into firewood, and haul it all home, uphill, in a wheelbarrow. It will be tiresome and arduous, but it is not now, and so why get upset?
Meditate, my ugly amigo. Breathe deeply, slowly, and long. Do it for ages, and finally, you will find you are no longer thinking. And while having a completely silent mind may worry you, at first, it will not worry you for long.