I believe I’m happiest in that brief moment when I’m removing my makeup at day’s end. My face glows and I wear a triumphant smile.
“Here I am, world! I survived yet another day!”
It’s too bad that some famous photographer isn’t around to capture me in that ephemeral moment between being made up and being bare faced. Truly, I’m a thing of beauty.
I’m experimenting with this new thing called self acceptance. Be kind.