Don’t completely crucify me. It’s been a tough —life— week.
Went to Christmas markets this afternoon then a couple of drinks. All very lovely.
But I’m surrounded by beautiful women. Tall, willowy, elegant, makeup beautiful and flawless, outfits gorgeous.
It made me feel really strange, for a sort of past I’d never had. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think I’ve ever been a complete horror, looks wise. Most people say pretty, lengthened to ‘pretty FACE’ when I have gained weight (like now.) And even I like my hair. But I’m short and dumpy and even in the past when I’ve been slim, I never felt confident so I didn’t enjoy it!
Frustrated with my own shallowness now. I want to lose weight, look effortlessly gorgeous, have a top night out and wake up at noon the next day.
I don’t, I’m too old. But I wish I had enjoyed it all properly.