All afternoon long I kept thinking to myself "wow! first time in months that I feel like I can see through my acne".
I'm seeing a person peering through the mirror back at me.
On Oprah a few years ago they brought this movie star good looks kinda young girl on.
Blonde, blue eyes, thin, silky hair, the whole nine,right..
Picture Tiger Woods Sweedish model wife.
When she looked in the mirror or saw her reflection in a spoon she flipped shit.
Thought she looked like a monster.
I believe her. I totally get it. Now, for me, I actually have looked like a hot mess for a while now.
Red blotches, bleeding, inflamed skin. It just looked raw.
I have a lot going for me.
Runners body, bright blue doe eyes, little feet (yes, that's a perk to me), great hair, impossibly great teeth, dimples, the ability to brag on myself.
I'm also a helluva nice person.
BUT when you have one condition, one 'problem', something that shows on the outside that feels like it can take away all your other great superficial qualities, that's just an awful feeling.
Don't put me on the couch. I get that these are not the things that make up a person.
I get it. Got it. Wrote the book.
Live tv today went without a hitch. No makeup touchups between live shots- one at 5, one at 5:30.
I used to have to cake myself in loose powder to keep from shining like a mylar balloon.
Now I don't even need to bring a compact.
Well, Okay, I do anyway just to make sure I don't have chicken wings in my teeth after I shove them in my mouth during one of those ''mmm..these are good'' live moments.
You know the ones.
Don't know how they've mastered the art of a bite and a chat simultaneously on those perky a.m. shows.
Maybe one day I'll get to ask Matt and Meredith myself.
I'm finding myself shoving more food in my mouth as of late. Not terrified of the terrifying zoom in pimple face shot.
I ain't perfect, but I can eat a chicken wing on live tv if I want to. And damnit, I should be able to.
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