And now ... a new wardrobe!

Making Friends With The Lady In The Mirror

The makeover continues. *eg*

Oh. Have I mentioned this?

Probably not.

In preparing to look for a guy after WG ran off to be gay-gay-gay in 2009, I did about six months of work. I knew I preferred someone younger than me, preferably without kids (never wanted to be a mom). That meant I had to look and dress young.

Personally, I have a lot of confidence, at least in some respects. Maybe when I was a little girl my daddy told me over and over again how beautiful I was and it stuck. For whatever reason, no matter how I actually look, my inner attitude is "I feel pretty! Oh, so prettyyyy!"

So I had to do a reality check. Someone with chronic low self esteem would have to approach this differently.

( Reality Check )

( On the plus side.... )

( Let The Makeover Begin )

( Hair color )

( Teeth: removing ten years )

( Argh, nails )

( Skin care )

( Hair, hair, long beautiful hair )

( Actual make-up )

( 3-2-1, contacts )

( Playing dress-up )

( Joools.... )

( Getting in shape )

The part I really have to deal with is my attitude. The reason why I end up looking so plain is because there's a part of me that doesn't want to be bothered. I don't do it for myself, to treat myself with respect. It's about them, it's about men. That's why I don't maintain myself.

Don't I deserve to look beautiful? Can't I wear what I like and have fun with it, rather than watching the trends or wearing what everyone else else does? Can't I make friends with the woman in the mirror? I think that's what really needs to happen. :)