I’m in my ugly days. I hate them. It’s really not a good time for it. It’s that phase that comes and goes and irritates me and the people around me. I wake up and look in the mirror and wonder why I even bother. I thank my husband over and over for loving me even though I look like I do. I hate my clothes and can’t find anything to wear. I step on the scale numerous times and get more and more depressed at what I see. I see a picture of myself and want to burn it. I inspect my skin and pick at myself. I hate my hair, the blemishes that keep appearing on my face and the shape of my body. I pass the mirror and dare not peek because I know I’m just going to beat myself up.
I have too much to do right now. I don’t have time for this shit!!!
I'll bring over my ugly guatamalan sweater. That's so bad, it'll just have to cheer you up. Plus, I'm good at pickin' those things on your back you can't reach. ;) Let me know...
ReplyDeleteI love you, my friend. It was my time last week. I have scars all over my neck from the hag hairs that would not cooperate with me.
While I understand your feelings (who doesn't have those times?), you are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, thank you for being my wife.
ReplyDeleteHang in there! You are an amazing person and for this I love you!
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