Never had I hated the mirror so much in my life. The urge to shatter it with the perfume bottle in front of me gets stronger each time my reflection appears.
What is this thing I see? Is it I? What have I become? Even the term ‘ugly’ will not do justice to the description my image.
It would be nice if the mirror, too, lied like everyone around me. If not for the mirror I would trapped happily in the myth of how pregnancy makes a woman glow in beauty. I hate the mirror for being so honest. It is doing me no good and I feel miserable. Boo Hoo!
Not only am I bigger in size, but also full of pokka dots all over my body. I had to be one of those lucky crazy hormones that produce pimples all over the body during pregnancy. And, those nasty things did not leave silently. They left spots of scars! My cheeks, which were pampered in MAC mineral blush, are now full of pimple scars!
I am depressed . I feel big, fat, ugly and miserable! So, I am whining about it to clear it out of my system.Boo Hoo!
2 comments:
Awww Sweetheart! *hugs*
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