the ugly truth

If it's true that baby girls take your beauty then I must be having triplet girls.  Not that I was Miss Universe before getting pregnant but I got a few second looks.  I was really lucky to never have many issues with acne, a pimple here and there let me know when it was time to pick up some tampax and that was it.

My hair has always been an issue, in high school it was twice as thick as it is today and curly curly.  Even when it thinned out in college (which was a total blessing) I still had more body than I knew what to do with.  I still haven't mastered my curls and I don't think I ever will, mine are the out of control frizz loving several different sized curls you never want to see.  I have, however, mastered the blow dryer and flat iron.  There is a combination of blow-out/flat iron that looks fantastic on my big 'ol head.

Why am I bragging about how amazing I can look when I put some effort into it?  Simple, I miss it.  This is me while I was blow drying this morning, you can't even see all of the wonderful pimples:

 There are about 5 pimples on the end of my nose that make me look like Rudolph, it's wonderful.

This is after I finished my hair, the same way I always do it only this time it's basically stuck to my head, flat as a board.  (And an awkward length, I wanted it 2 inches shorter but that's neither here no there.)

I admit it's not horrible, I have makeup on covering most of my pimples but if I was planning on sharing this picture on facebook this is what it would look like:

The color would be adjusted a bit to remove the red that comes with taking a picture in the bathroom.  My crows feet and under eye bags - gone.  I even lightened my teeth to look whiter even though it's the bathroom light discoloring them (check out the "white" door behind me).  No more pimples.  If I knew how to pump up my hair in photoshop I would have done that too.

What's the point of all of this?  I have no idea.  Just an honest moment from me to you.