I have had problems recently with dp. Many mums here gave fantastic advice. Myself and dp have had a good deep conversation and I have expressed my concerns. Mainly that he takes me for granted and completely self centered at the moment and his lack of ability of being truthful. It was a good heart to heart and we both expressed alot and took responsibility for what we could do to improve.I had come out ofit feeling quiet strong and loved and our relationship balanced again. I was feeling positive and hopeful and confident.
I have always been a strong woman/independant and told I make the best of myself in appearance. I suppose we all have insecurities and could have improvements here and there. But getting to the age I am now I had become a little less self critical of myself and others. I mean in appearance. Enjoying people for who they are. Not having preconceived ideas based on appearance - good and bad.
So roll on today. I receive photographs from a recent event I was at.
Now I know i have put on some weight due to an accident. But I felt I still looked well. However, when I saw these photographs I couldn't quite believe it was me. I had aged so much. My lovely hair was now littered with grey roots, bags forming under eyes, skin emmulating a high blood pressured elderly man, boobs hovering down near waist.
I'm painting a horrific picture but that is what I saw. I reverted back to my critical self, but this was beyond a joke.
Was the mirror upstairs fooling me the last while? How could I have not been aware that this is how I look.
So i sat down and felt v depressed... and one thought came to my mind. If i saw myself like this then everyone does and more so my dp. No wonder he has been less interested.it isn't just his workload etc. I am not the women I used to be. Recently wearing a lovely number (or so I thought) must have been grotesque on reflection. It isn't just age, I need a serious MOT/ or a magic wand. I feel utterly depressed, unattractive and old. (40). I wanted to ring him and end it and not tell him why. That's how irrational and mortified I felt. He may love me for who I am ,,,, but I don't love me for how I look. 