You're Beautiful, It's True

I got my hair cut. I may have mentioned that in a previous post, but we're going to discuss it further. I hadn't cut my hair in probably at least six months. It was looking pretty bad. Well, most people probably wouldn't have thought it looked all that bad but it looked bad to me. Dry, and split end-y and blah. While I was pregnant I kind of let myself go. Not in the weight department, because we've already established that all I gained during the pregnancy was baby, but just in the general beautification department.

I didn't feel well, and most of the time the thought of putting in any extra effort besides making sure I was bathed and my teeth were brushed was more than I could muster. Make-up and curling irons were things of the past. Toward the end of my pregnancy I started making a little more effort because I didn't feel so bad. I came to realize that even if I didn't feel ok, if I looked ok it made me feel a little better.

Letting myself go was completely against my nature. I never used to be able to leave the house unless my hair and makeup were done and I had on decent clothes. No running to the grocery store in sweats for this gal. And it was never about having a bad self-image. I could like myself regardless of what I looked like and I knew my friends and family would still love me too. But I realized there's a greater confidence and happiness that does come when you look good and feel like you look good.

I realized this when I got my hair cut. Even after the baby came and I started doing my hair and makeup again and could fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes I still didn't feel like the hot mama that everybody was telling me I was. But I feel it now. I bought some new clothes, I got a new hairstyle that looks 1000 times better than it did before and really, it wasn't all that bad. But I feel more like myself now. I feel fresh and confident and blissfully happy once again.