I have neglected my blog for too long. Death and triumph have kept me away. As I recover from a major foot surgery, I torture myself with a mountain of things that I could be doing. So returning to documenting what stands out in my life, is where I begin today.
I'm sixty one years old now, and I've never felt more insecure about my looks. There are physical changes that embarrass me. I was always known for having a pretty face. And now, for me, not so much. Hyperpigmentation has strategically covered my face. I have tried everything, including a celebrity dermatologist. There's a slight improvement, but not enough to be okay with going out, without makeup. I just want to hide, for all of the work it takes, to try to cover it up.
For three whole months, off of my feet, my hair really needs to be done. I can hardly bear the thought of revealing my gray. But, it's showing itself whether I like it or not. Which, I feel, makes me look old and ugly. I thank God, for giving me my angel of a husband, who sets me straight about my worth and my beauty. He sees me, with the same eyes, as twenty years ago. He reminds me often, that how he looks at me, will never ever change.
