Tuesday, January 8, 2008

A Bonnet Would Be Great Right About Now

I'm at work, and I just saw what I look like today. And what I've looked like since I got here at 7:15 this morning, about 8 whole hours ago. I want to hide under my desk in shame and embarrassment. Only I wouldn't have my internet access down there.

I often go the whole day without seeing what I really look like. Even in the bathroom, the lighting is so bad that I always look gorgeous. I've been know to twirl and give myself a wink after washing my hands. (At least I know it's all lies, and don't head back into the office thinking I'm the cat's meow.)

I'm not one of those people who pulls out a compact every hour to powder my nose. And I don't know anyone who has a full length mirror in their cube. So in my defense, there's not a lot of opportunity to properly see myself after I've left home for the day.

But I really should look at myself more often. Maybe put a giant mirror right next to my monitor so I can at least see my face on a constant basis. Then I wouldn't have an excuse for getting home and being shocked that I have flaky skin on my nose, a pen mark across my cheek, or a giant red pimple smack dab in the middle of my forehead.

Today, my crisis is all about my hair. I'm having a horrible hair day. A horrible, horrible hair day. Only I didn't know it looked so horrible until about 10 minutes ago, so I guess I'm really just having a horrible hair afternoon.

I'm growing my bangs out, and when my headband snapped right in two this morning, I just quickly pulled the top half back in a ponytail. You know, half up, half down. I didn't know that it made my face look like a pumpkin. Or that the ponytail part was sticking straight out behind me like a horse's tail. Or that the headband I've been wearing every day must have been breaking my hair because all of these short pieces are sticking straight up all over the top of my head.

I hereby nominate myself for most unflattering hairstyle ever.

The one good thing about not looking at myself all day long is that I often don't feel bad when I apparently should. Ignorance is bliss.

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