This weeks been rough on me. Ladies, you all know what I'm talking about. Around this time, every month, I just feel bleh. I start to believe this silly little lies that creep in to taunt me: Nothing looks good on me, I'm not pretty enough, I can't do it. LIES!
The other day was exceptionally rough. I didn't have the energy to put on makeup. I felt extremely unmotivated and unproductive. I didn't like ANYTHING that came out of my closet.
As I was getting ready, I thought to myself: "Why do I HAVE to wear makeup to feel pretty?" I don't! I believed it that morning when I skipped my normal "me time" routine. Throughout the day, I started to hate the way my face looked. Yep, it's so sad, but so true. I did not give in to dressing up my face. I wanted it bare. What else could I do?
I painted my nails (with Holly's post as my inspiration)
I made my hairs purdy and wore a little bow.
I always think it's so cheesy to quote songs like this, but I'm going to do it anyway. There's a song that Amber Rubarth sings about smiling being the best medicine for depression. It's so true. Sometimes I have to tell myself to smile. It sounds silly, like who forgets to smile? On days like this when depression seems to be my only reality, I have to tell myself this. I have to remind myself that I am beautiful. I'm married to someone who loves me and thinks I'm gorgeous (especially when I don't wear makeup). I am surrounded by my amazing family (who constantly tells me how proud they are). I have such supportive friends (last night's girls' night was therapeutic for me). I am apart of a new little community of readers and bloggers who are so encouraging. I am so grateful for the friends I've made from having this blog and my shop.
From someone who really needed it this week, thanks for all the love.