Irrationally Self-Conscious About Appearance
As I was grooming myself this morning, fixing my hair and applying makeup, I was frustrated that there is no beauty product to address the fact that I look like death warmed over. Once I apply lipstick, I look like death warmed over with lipstick. Even my skin and hair and eyes look unhealthy. And don't get me started about this freakishly bloated midsection.
I found myself worried and self-conscious at the idea of showing up for detox looking like a street person. I'm not a street person. I'm a capable, enthusiastic, sharp-as-a-tack real estate agent.
Worse yet, they want me there EARLY. Friends, it's hard for me to get anywhere anytime, but EARLY? No, no, no. I may or may not even manage to shower first.
Then reason paid me a visit. This team who will be working with me are part of an "addiction recovery center." They are not expecting Kim Kardashian. They're expecting to meet an addict. They've seen many and I'm sure they know what we look like.
Yes, yes... I know this is a dumb post.