Greasy Hair and Furry Legs
For so long, I might only shave my legs or wear good undies, outfit, or make up if I were to be seen by “someone good”. Sad but true. Now, I choose these things for me, for my own self-care. Self care is unnatural for me. So much easier to neglect myself. I’m no longer motivated by the opinions of those once who wish to hand down their judgment or favor. Big News—the judgers do not have what I need. Their opinions are not my business and I need not turn to them to see where I stand. I don’t need permission to take good care of myself and I don’t do it at them. I have learned to do it because it is responsible and satisfying. I am amused by my bragging of allowing my hairS to become greasy, my legs to go from prickly- to furry, to those who need to judge.
I recognize that there are times for which evidence of artful makeup, grooming, and outfitting are called. Times where they are desired. AND Times in which it is totally unnecessary to concern myself. My worthiness is real, no matter. And my self-esteem tells me so. (more…)
In my life I can’t help but marvel at the grim, if not blind determination to force people places and things to BE different from how 
they are. This behavior is typically paired with barely contained rage or smugness, dependent on the outcome.