It’s been a long day.
I stare at my naked face in the mirror and go down the checklist of things I need — the foundation I use to cover my freckles, the blush and contour powder to masque my chubby cheeks. My eyelashes are non-existant after the mascara is gone, and without eyeliner, I just look tired.
I pull the earrings off my ear lobes and remove my rings and my necklace. My permed hair is starting to come back to it’s natural color but I pull it back into a high ponytail. My five-head is exposed with my bangs pulled back this way and in this lighting, my nose looks more like a schnoz.
I slip my feet out of these ridiculously high Sam Edelmans. I feel like I’m now looking up at the world. My boobs go from THERE to WHERE? as I take off Victoria’s Secret and put on a sports bra. I finally bought one. I exchange my curve hugging denim for roll exposing spandex.. I wonder if Spanx makes leggings?
At 105 degrees and 40% humidity, I look in the mirror and see me. A sweaty, tired, freckly, short, frumpy, lumpy girl with a five-head.
But that girl still gets shit done. That girl is a beast with her words. That girl can do Triangle like nobody’s business. That girl got dinner on the stove at home and money in the bank. That girl got plans and dreams and has every intention of seeing them thru.
That girl is tired because she works hard. That girl is short because of her amazing Ethnicity. That girl is lumpy because her body created life. That girl has a five-head because she’s smart (or so her dad says). That girl is more real then the girl with the makeup, and the high heels, and the padded bra.
Yeah, that girl is sweaty, and tired, and freckly, and short. Yeah, she’s frumpy, and lumpy and has a five head. But YEAH, that girl still makes you smile nervously, anyway.
It’s been a good day.