Have you even lived if you’ve never owned a wavy mirror?

If you grew up as a teenage girls in noughties britain, you had some standard items which were the breezeblocks for your identity. These included – So… Kiss Me? pink sickly sweet body spray, Groovy Chic duvet covers, Beanie Babies that you want to throw out but your mum won’t let you because in 20 years they’ll be worth money and of course, the iconic wavy mirror.

The wavy mirror looks like this, and without it we would be nothing.

It was in front of this wavy mirror – a steal at under £10 from Ikea (where else) – that you learned how to carefully apply foundation to your lips. It was in front of this wavy mirror that you squeezed spots and shot selfies with flash on and years later, perhaps in a dingy student house which inexplicably (cheap landlords) contained the same wavy mirror, you took nudes that were first amateur and then masterpieces.

This wavy mirror has seen you through some goddamn times.

It was, is, ever shall be the staple in your transition from a girl, to a woman. It’s iconic, it’s functional, it’s a shared experience of the sisterhood. Bless you, affordable wavy mirror. You helped us so much.

(Also JME likes it.)