This song popped in my head when I started thinking about how to wrap my head around what’s been going on with Josh. I don’t purposely seek out “inspirational” music, but this is one of my very favorite bands, so bonus.
Things didn’t improve one damn bit until well after I’d gotten home. We’d pushed each other’s buttons so much that we could barely speak to each other. After about an hour of grumbling we finally got to the place where we could be decent and we made peace with each other. This morning has started off much better, which is encouraging.
If you’re feeling at all low right now and need a little boost, go visit Mer. She found a thoroughly awesome video of Cyndi Lauper’s “True Colors” that will lift you up.
Additional inspiration can be found at …And the Moon Sees All. Lisa finds some really great photos and quotes that she shares, in addition to great info for folks dealing with fibro.
While checking my coiffure in the ladies’ room this morning I looked at myself and thought, “holy fucking shit, when did that happen?”
I was looking at a pretty girl.
Not a fat girl, not a chunky girl, not a girl who felt it necessary to describe herself as “big boned” – no, a pretty girl. My hips don’t look too wide, my thighs don’t seem too big, my arms don’t even really remind me of bat wings.
WHAT THE FUCK?
Is it actually possible that I have finally, after 30 years, come to love myself? What does that feel like? Have I maybe been possessed by aliens?