I sometimes stop and wonder, why is it suddenly difficult to fix myself when you have a baby? But then, I quickly shrug that thought off and realize that it is not a valid question at all.
When you have broken sleeps every night and you smell like stale milk on your sleeping gown,do you actually expect yourself to be pretty?
Is there anything fresh about eye bags, oily/dry face and tangled hair?
Do questions like, “What do I do first ? cook, shower or laundry? ” seem any pretty?
Growing up, I have always been “sort of” a vain girl, I took the clothes I wear seriously and I go nuts about my hair not behaving well. I usually mind it if I don’t look my best, and now I realize on my birthday as I turned twenty something, I may not look my best but it does not really matter.
These lines on my face and the extra numbers on my waistline, they don’t really matter.
Traces of white hair,and I don’t even know why I have them, It does not really matter.
Actually, twenty something is the “prettiest ugly” I have ever been. Because when I cradle my little baby and miss a lot sleep, and when I cook dinner for the husband in my pajamas , I know I am creating something beautiful.
Something as beautiful as chocolates.
Or better yet, a shared Chocolate Birthday Cake.
Ooops, the cake gave my age away…
And despite the blahs I said above, this year, on my 29th year of existence, I resolve to take it one day at a time. I will make an effort to look and feel good everyday.
Yes, look and feel good.
Because beauty and energy are both fleeting, and I have to cherish them while they last.