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 remembered to smile.
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.
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From someone who really needed it this week, thanks for all the love.
Oh Chels, I know exactly how you feel. Sometimes we just have those days (or weeks). I don't like the way I look without makeup, although Chris says he likes me better that way. Instead of being thankful for such a great husband, I find myself questioning his words and wondering why he would lie like that. Why can't I just believe him? It's our own thoughts and misconceptions that make us feel less than pretty. I think your honesty and raw, love-filled heart make you gorgeous. You are beautiful on the inside and out! (and I love seeing your pretty face and purdy hairs on your blog)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Krista! That's exactly right! I always think, why does he lie to me like that? Ha! We can get so crazy sometimes.
ReplyDeleteTo you especially: Thank you for the constant words of encouragement! :)
Wow. I'm so glad to hear this doesn't just happen to me. The worst part about being a crazy woman is being fully aware that you are crazy. Thanks for the post!
ReplyDeletePS- I have that same polish but I'm not sure I'm skilled enough for the half-moon.....so cute!
I know it doesn't really matter what anyone else says, but you are so pretty and talented and brave to be so honest in this post. It's hard when life gets you down and whether its hormones or just every day insecurities. We have all experienced it.
ReplyDeleteI hope you are feeling more productive and back to your old self now!
xox
Bec