What is it that prompts men….. to look adoringly at a woman who has been slothing around the house all week, throwing her guts up, and running to the bathroom ten times a day, wearing trackpants two sizes too big, an old Nike sweater, disheveled hair, ugg boots, no makeup and dark rings under her eyes from lack of sleep…. and say… ‘You’re so beautiful babe’.
I mean… are they fucking blind? I feel like crap. I look like crap. I’ve been feeling so shite that I haven’t so much as paid one iota of attention to my appearance since I called in sick for work on Tuesday morning, and here they are telling me that I’m cute… beautiful… gorgeous even. I mean… what’s that all about?
And if we can look so cute/gorgeous/beautiful on our worst days… then why do we bother with fashionable clothes, makeup and hair styles???
I don’t think I’ll bother from now on…
But no wait! I think I just figured it out! I did manage to get my nails done this week, so they look fabulous. Why didn’t I think of it earlier… you can look as dowdy as all hell, so long as the nails are Fabulous (capital “F” – v. important)… Well, that must be it…. no wonder they still think I’m schexy!!!!! 🙂