After returning from shopping I was thinking about how nice everyone was tonight. It was a nice change because I'm either invisible or people tend to feel they have the right to comment about my body etc...
My thoughts were pleasant until I looked in the mirror and suddenly understood something. I looked rough. My face and facial expression looked like I had seen things. I was that crazy, tired, sad lady you see walking around mumbling nonsense to herself as she leaves without a single purchase. I'm that lady you can't help but feel sorry for because she knows things you'll never understand. I look like I had just come off a long trek from a dirt bowl and then smother a dead cat on my face.
I tried to "fix" what I saw, but it was overwhelming. The plucking, the zips, the red acne scars, the bald spots, missing eyelashes...it's just too much. Sometimes you just have to give up on the looks for a bit and move on.
I'm taking a bath with something that too nice to be real.