Yes, that’s right. I’m gorgeous. And I’m owning it. And I’m vain.
Now, usually, I would not mention those things. But since you can’t see me and I won’t be posting any photos, I figured I’d share that lest you draw the false conclusion that everyone into the things I am thinks it’s more important to be gorgeous on the inside. I’m that too, don’t get me wrong. And it’s critical. But I also am one of those people that feels people should make some effort to work with what they have. Put your best face (and body) forward. Work on your appearance. No, not for hours and not in a hugely fake way (big hair, can’t leave house without makeup), but yeah, do try!
My hair is highlighted! <shudder> I used to get my hair done very often and I missed it. I not only missed the whole looking better, I missed the experience. Hair dressers are (or can be) special people. I have always looked forward to my visits in part because of the person I was seeing. I have had fewer long-term hairdresser relationships than boyfriends! I am on my third, actually. And the last one only ended because we moved away. I still miss Javier, a gorgeous, sexy gay man who we (yup, my husband too) spent a lot of time with after years of building our relationship. He touched our heads! How personal is that! We attended many small events at his house and even spent the night.
My current hairdresser says she loves that she helps women (she mainly works with women) with their self-esteem. She’s helped me own this. It’s totally true! This wise young woman has been through a lot and she’s come away strong and empowered. She’s lovely and empowering to women. I have shared stuff with her that I just don’t talk about. It’s therapy!
After a few visits, I decided I was ready to keep up with hilights again and she promised to keep the chemicals away from my scalp – she knew! I went out and bought a hair iron because those things rock and I totally look better with my hair straightened. She taught me how to use it. I look so much better now. I have lost a few inches off my hips (my belt is 2 notches smaller and if I don’t wear a belt, my pants fall down all day) so probably have slimmed down everywhere else as well. The scale would have me discouraged so I am glad I am using the belt as a measure.
People respond differently to you when you’re put together better. And when slimmer and hair done, it doesn’t even matter all that much what you wear. Jeans and a t-shirt just look better on you when you’re a better you. A friend I hadn’t seen in a few months was noticeably more attentive to me the other day. No surprise; I myself am finally interested in the reflection in the mirror again and willing to spend more time there. It’s been years! I am getting myself back!
I always intended to grow old gracefully. But I didn’t really realize that takes work. Now I’m doing the work. It’s worth it!