Sundays are my Secondhand day. I'm basically too lazy to think of anything new to say so I re-post a "vintage" entry.
If you aren't in the mood for repeats, please feel free to change the channel.
"Believe in Yourself"
Original Post Date, February 19, 2010
I know I bitch about my weight, um....all the time. But for the most
part, I'm pretty comfortable in my own skin. I feel like I've earned the
wisdom of age and apart from a few neuroses, I wouldn't change a thing.
The first thing I do when I get home from work is
pull my hair back completely off my face, take off my "work clothes" and
wash my makeup off. Tonight, I realized that I had forgotten to pick
up a prescription so after dinner, I headed out.
was walking through the mega grocery store to the pharmacy, I waved
hello to the produce guy, and smiled at strangers I passed along the
way. I was feeling pretty proud of myself. The Chrissy of 10 years ago, 5
even, would never have ventured out without full makeup, perfectly
coiffed hair and a stylish outfit. Wow, I must have really reached a new
level of confidence.
I stopped at the floral shop,
where an old lady was looking at the bouquets in the cooler. I walked up
next to her and saw that she had her hair pulled back in a bun, nary a
stitch of makeup on and was wearing a mis-matched ensemble. She mumbled
something to herself, starting laughing and walked away with a bunch of
I looked back and caught a glimpse of myself
in the mirrored display case. I was wearing my hair in a bun, I had nary
a stitch of makeup on and a tug on my pant legs revealed two
Maybe I'm not so "confident in my skin", after all.
Maybe I just don't give a crap anymore.