Normally I leave my glasses near the computer, or they are on my night stand, or perhaps in a moment of age related or fibro fog, around my neck or on my head; never on my eyes! I like the light in my bathroom, it is just enough to brush my teeth and fix my hair. If I do not squint too hard I think I am looking pretty good.
Remember when I wrote way back in January that I was going to work on me as part of my challenges for the year, and part of trying to be happy despite my physical issues, and well let's face it money issues ( YES, I do believe $$ can add to happiness, it added to mine when I had it!) , well so last night was working on that. I decided to pluck my brows. I can not see to do this. I used to have them waxed, that 8.00 every couple of weeks adds up and well has to go towards food on the table now, so I pluck my own. Normally I stand on a sunny day, with the normal side of the mirror and get the ones I can see, the strays...the ones that creep towards one another and try to join forces to create a bridge across from one to the next. But this was a late night pluck. NO! I do not have any idea why I was possessed to try such a thing..it just sort of happened, innocently when I went in to try to brush teeth ( I say try cause weather has them hurting so badly brushing brings me to tears if you recall what I posted the other day...YES I do still brush despite the pain...EWWW!) , and oddly I had my glasses on my face.
I grabbed the mirror and put it on the window sill, and still could not see in the dim light, so I flipped to the magnifying side. Dear Lord! Not only did I see woolly mammoths growing above my eyes, and starting to spread down towards the lids, but flaky skin all over my face. I looked like something out of a horror flick, skin peeling all over the place like that. OH and to make matters worse it was all covered in a soft peach fuzz, long enough in places I felt I could trim it with my husbands beard trimmer...I just stared at myself. Who the heck took the me that I know and am doing so well at accepting ( hush now! ) and replaced it with this skin on my face that was a mix of pimples and peach fuzz and why was it flaking off ???
I took my glasses off again , and "WHEW" there I was. But I had to be brave, I had to pluck the brows. I finished them as fast as my tearing eyes and sneezing would allow ( what you don't do that?) and ripped the glasses off my face. I wet a rag and I
And I was happy once more! Hey it is my journey to find happiness, let me be delusional for that brief moment, ya know glass half full thing??? So till tomorrow, or when I find the motivation to get back to serious topics.......remember when you are half blind and in front of the mirror it is a blessing and if you have to put your glasses on DON'T STAND SO CLOSE!