“Have you ever woken up, looked in the mirror, and thought, ‘Why do I have to look like this?’ That was me. Every. Single. Morning.”
“I never comment on anyone’s body because I know. You’re right. I have put on weight. She meant it as a compliment.”
“She was laid on my chest immediately. I couldn’t even say anything at first because her hair was shocking for me to look at! My other two girls were born with dark brown hair. This little girl? I mean it was glowing!”
“It’s a way to distract myself and hide the raw emotions of my mental, emotional, and physical struggles. The power of makeup has been a nice reminder that through my suffering, the true me is still in there.”
“Looking at her reflection she is forced to blink to see clearly. Her gray hair is set in curlers. She is thinking about all the friends and family she has outlived. She considers bending down to fix her knee-high stocking, but instead, sighs deeply.