I have a doctors appointment this morning, blech. Then a bunch of school stuff to do and home stuff to catch up on.
Let me tell you a short story of what happened yesterday. My Friday at work was great, no issues and a very smooth day thankfully. Got home, still feeling good. Then as I was talking with my cousins about hair stuff I told them I don’t feel pretty.
Where that thought came from I’m not sure. I feel like it had been in the back of my mind all week but I never voiced it. When my husband got home I told him the same thing and proceeded to cry my eyes out.
Obviously everyone reassured me and told me that I indeed was pretty, but nevertheless I don’t feel like I am. It goes beyond my weight issues, I just don’t think I am pretty. And it is wrecking me. I’m not sure what to make of this new found reflection, or what exactly brought this on, but I hope I get through it.
I just want to feel pretty.
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