I am having a particularly fab free day.
The three little princesses have recommenced their daily 5:30am attacks and I have taken some serious damage. I don’t do predawn well (unless it is arriving home, hah, those were the days) For a while we had reach a truce and they were holding fire until around 6am (the sun is almost visible at this hour and I find it marginally more acceptable) but for reasons I cannot fathom, my daughters love to get up early and I have not yet found a strategy for change that works.
The bathroom scales, which I foolishly used today, have confirmed what I feared, the numbers have crept upwards over the last couple of weeks.
The weather is oppressively hot and I hate the heat.
… and I saw some photo’s this morning. In them I look old and ugly!
One click on an innocent link, and BAM…I feel like shit. I have been temporarily booted back into the darkness. Even as I type this, the black temptress that is my constant companion is beckoning me to join her.
Hey there ugly, you suck bitch, stop typing, come and join me, I am hosting a pity party and you are the guest of honour.
The thing is, I have a sneaking suspicion that I am not the first, nor the only woman to have felt this way. I think that almost all of us have fallen into despair after looking at a bad photo of ourselves. (Ok, maybe not Angelina Jolie or Kate Moss, but the rest of us)
MY reaction was, obviously, completely valid. I SHOULD crawl under a rock and die.
To all the rest of you… don’t be ridiculous, get some perspective, seriously you need a slap.
Have you ever noticed how children react to photographs of themselves? My beautiful and oft photographed daughters will squeal with delight when I show them the images I have taken. They are most excited by the ones of them dancing or leaping or making a funny face while wearing a pair of underpants on their head. But, I have to admit, I am guilty of trashing photographs of my girls simply because they don’t look as pretty as I think they should.
I don’t want them to ever feel the way I did this morning. They will, no doubt, but I hope never over something a trivial as an unflattering photograph.
So I am not going to let it ruin my day…
I saw some photo’s this morning and I thought:
- I need a haircut
- The top I wore on Saturday is unflattering and needs to be altered or tossed
- I am lucky to have such found such a fun group of friends so far from my home
- Beer Pong was a hoot (yep, beer pong people, but that’s another story) I’m glad someone took a photo so I can remember that moment and smile.
- My weekend was… fabulous!
Thanks for reading. I hope you find the fab in your day.