I have- all of a sudden- been taking more and more selfies.
Not for any reason save for the fact that the s**ttier I feel, the more tired I feel, the more makeup I put, the more selfies I take.
It's one thing to look and feel confident.
It's another thing to try look pulled together and able to go about your day when your mind doesn't let you feel the same way.
Thank God then for such things as skin tint, foundation, eye shadow, color changing lip balm and fragrance mist. These little babies aren't just cosmetics. They're an arsenal of modern-day corporate female ammo.
Did I feel better after that?
Maybe, maybe not.
The one thing I knew- at least- was that I didn't look like s***.
These selfies confirm that.
In some of them I feel okay, some of them I wish I were feeling better.
But that's life.
It is life that you attire yourself in black Uniqlo tee and black cardigan and plonk on a face of makeup because you need to look presentable as you go tell a person of legal authority you have reasonable ground to not withdraw a particular suit.
It is life too that a week later, despite having your hair odd-shaped because of static (or something) you wear the same arsenal and go meet a person whom you hope to work with for a project that you know is your expertise and will boost portfolios.
One of the pictures here I snapped when I was on the patio upstairs.
Probably one of the mornings where I had to make myself push through things rather than dropping into despair.
I don't think I ever have had to hype myself up as much as I have done in the mornings past, and this particular selfie- with me still in my brown Decathlon pajamas T-shirt- was one of them.
You can see the bedhead anyway.
When it was that I took the last selfie I don't know.
Funny thing is that I'm quite sure it didn't happen very long ago.
Very likely it was either at a Starbucks or a restaurant or someplace where the lighting was particularly bright.
But yeah definitely I had the ammunition on, I had the lip balm on, some color on my eyelids and my cheeks and all I can say is that I'm uber glad my hair was good that day.
It not always is!