Do you ever think you need a makeover? Have you ever watched the t.v. show, Ambush Makeover? This is a highly entertaining show. Of course if a whole bunch of cameras and a lady carrying a microphone ran up to me and told me I needed an Ambush Makeover, I would probably die of embarrassment. I'd prefer if they just ran up and handed me a paper sack and said, "Here! Put this over your head, go home, and fix that! " Haha!
Its funny because you don't typically think these things until you're standing with a friend, talking along, only to realize her eyes keep averting upward. No matter how hard you try to focus on the topic and discussion at hand, watching those eyeballs moving to the top of your head finally gets to you and you start thinking, "What the heck is wrong with my hair?! Is it sticking straight up? Is there something stuck in my hair? Does the color of my hair just stink or what?!" As soon as the conversation ends you start frantically looking for anything that will reflect even a smidge of what you actually might look like. You have to check it out. Of course,... I typically find nothing obvious, which leads me to feel completely insecure.
It's like those times when you are walking up to see someone and you notice they look you up and down. This is truly awkward, not because you think they're judging you, you're more like, "Crap. I hope I look okay." Then you start thinking to yourself, "What the heck do I look like?" You wish you could just put your hand up and say, "Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Let me just look over myself and see what I'm wearing." You glance down, you do the once over, the quick inventory of what you're wearing, to decide if you are a complete fool for ever leaving the house or if in fact, you're okay. :-) Then, more than anything, you want to look them up and down to compare yourself to what they look like. Which most of the time, I come out looking like crap. I mean, ever since I had kids they suck every dollar I own, from every pocket I have, and the next thing you know, I seem to only have crap clothes in my closet, while my kids wear designer everything. Which takes me straight back to grade school when my best friend, Miss. Spoiled Rotten, maybe you know her, had designer jeans made by Gloria Vanderbilt and Calvin Klein. The scars are still there, "Jump into my nightmare, the water's still warm!" Jerry Maguire. It's true, I'm still working through that. Such injustice.
Okay, so back to the makeover conversation. So, lately I've been thinking of a makeover that is really a full body evaluation. "Makeover," the whole person. Not just the face, the hair, but me. The person. The human. Because looks are pretty well doomed to go straight into the crapper at some point and who knows, we may have been the carbon copy that didn't turn out, quite the way it was suppose to. The other day my daughter and I were laughing about what an alien, should an alien show up at our door, "this is reality of course", would think of us. "Holy, Crap! What is that ugly thing?" The alien might say. Only 5 fingers when there should be six. What's up with those hairy things over those strange round googly things? The beauty lies in the slant. The slant!" Haha. So, I thought, a makeover that focused on my beliefs, my ethics, my goals, my future plans, my health, my diet, and finally my face and all that non-essential, "Whoa-yeah."
I wouldn't typically disclose this, but I'm in the mood to tell it like it is. A beautiful selfie is a wonderful gift because it is rarely real. It is rarely true. It takes me several snaps of the camera to get a good selfie and if I do happen to snap one, even I am thinking, "That doesn't even look like me." Of course, those are the best one. Haha! I'm well aware of what I actually look like on a day to day basis and it's not that great. One positive note: with age comes lack of caring. I mean, some days I care what I look like and some days I think, "This is as good as it gets today!" Haha.
Today, I want you to think about what kind of makeover might be good for you. It's always good to self evaluate, even if it hurts a little. It's still the beginning of a New Year, I think,... I'm going to think about it.
Happy Friday. Eat well over the weekend and remember to treat yourself well too.
S.
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