Ever get a bad haircut?
Other people may like it and tell you how great you look
but at the end of the day… what matters is
whether YOU like it.
Well guess what?
I didn’t get a haircut.
Did I fool you? You still love me, right?
(even though I’m taking photos of myself in the mirror again?)
I didn’t get a bad haircut, but that’s exactly how I feel about my body.
The weight gain is like a bad haircut.
Other people may say I look better this way….the rational side of me assumes I look better this way.
But it doesn’t matter. I don’t like it.
I’m uncomfortable. I don’t feel like me.
It’s like a bad haircut.
It feels funny in the shower*.
(*ever have “phantom hair” while shampooing after a haircut?)
I don’t like looking at myself in the mirror.
I can’t figure out what to “do” with it. My old styles don’t work.
I can’t stop thinking about it –-
which is frustrating and ridiculous.
HAIR SKIN….Get over it!! Seriously. Sheesh.”
But I can’t get over it.
I am not a happy camper.
I got to thinking. (What else is new?)
Lets play pretend.
I get a bad haircut and someone says, “If you hadn’t cut your hair, you’d be dead.” Would I feel a little different?
Can I tolerate the discomfort if it means I get to live?
What about people undergoing chemo? They’re uncomfortable losing their hair. But who cares? They’re fighting for their lives!
And how dare I compare weight gain with cancer?
Sometimes haircuts grow on you.
I’m just hoping my new body will grow on me.
Because I choose life.
(Though I really need to get one, obviously. I had too much fun with those ridiculous pictures. I am still giggling.)
- Questions, comments, concerns? Please hit me up! I LOVE to hear from you!
- Did I fool you?