Mirror Mirror
Today was a bad mirror day. Some days, I manage to not look in the mirror very much, and that's fine with me. I use it to brush my teeth, do my hair and make up, etc, but then I avoid it like the plague for the rest of the day. It's not that I think I'm the ugliest person on the whole planet, but I just don't enjoy looking at myself. I'm very critical of most of my features, and I could do without the bullshit feelings that accompany most looks in the mirror. I'm not sure when it started. I don't remember being a kid and thinking, "God, Nat, you're a complete dog". I don't even remember thinking that as a young teenager. I was always "little" and "funny" and I was happy to be described by those words. I'm not sure when I started hating my nose, hating my hair, thinking I was too fat. When was it??
There's a story, it's become legend in my family now, and I want to get it all down for posterity's sake. I was 17 years old, walking around Eyres Monsell with my sister, Rhonda. We were on our way to Dean's house. There were a couple of youths (as Adrian Mole would say) playing footie in the street. As we passed, they started shouting things at us. At one point, they yelled at Rhonda, "You're a slapper!" I couldn't believe it. I wasn't going to put up with that bullshit, so I started yelling back at them. They cut me off with, "You're not just a slapper; you're an ugly slapper!". I remember just being so humiliated and walking off quickly. I know they probably never thought about the incident again, but I refer to it at least once a week, to anyone who will listen, which, frankly, has dwindled down to the dog. And even he's sick of the story.
I'm officially getting over this now. Really.
Ps. You are so not ugly. (Comment this)
So listen to those who love you, I think you are beautiful... perhaps not so much in the pregnant photo but hey you weren't trying to look pretty there, you were showing the power of nature! (Comment this)