Before I had kids, I was obsessive about my appearance. Any spare cash or credit went to clothes, shoes, or makeup. Every pound, stray hair, or blemish was hunted down and ruthlessly eliminated. I fantasized about getting a little tweak to my nose or a boob job. Oooh, maybe a teensy eyelid lift, just to freshen things up. Totally wasn't going to happen on a teacher's salary.
Now, as a mom, I'm more zen about the whole appearance thing. (Hang on - I'll be right back. I'm laughing too hard to type).
Okay, I'm totally not zen. What I am is a freaking chicken and superstitious as hell. I feel like if I chose to go under the knife purely for vanity reasons that some vengeful Old Testament-y God would kill me on the operating table and leave my children motherless. I support anybody's decision to have plastic surgery; I just have too many personal issues to go through with it.
So, instead, I deal with my feelings of inadequacy and continue to spend every spare dime on cute clothes and makeup. (Has anyone tried Smashbox eyeshadow? Is it not THE BEST EVER?)
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3 comments:
Ha ha ha! This is so much like me!
One big chicken when it comes to surgical procedures and pain.
hahaha....i've never been to big on the whole apperance issue! lol but my mother is soooooo prissy! lol and it kills her that I'm not! She wont even go outside to take the trash out without putting makeup on!!!
I'm not THAT bad, but I do confess to wearing lipstick and mascara to the gym.
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