Ugh, the day this photo was taken, I was actually in a decent mood. I was taking the puppies for a walk, bare feet in the muddy earth—-things are good. And then I saw the photo. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. I knew I needed to color my hair, I could see it in the mirror but I had no idea it was that bad. And I’m actually embarrassed. Holy crap I let myself go. I know when I’m depressed I don’t want to get out of bed, I don’t want to get in the shower, I don’t care to change if I’m not going out. I don’t shave my legs, I don’t dye my hair. But OH MY GOODNESS.
I AM still out in public. High functioning depressive at times? Yep. But I really don’t realize how bad I present myself until I see something like this. Ugh. Good thing I have such a sparking personality, right?
Geez. I really hate myself sometimes.
And, I just typed this post after coloring my hair.