Where’s the fun in looking Perfect?

For as easily as I become frustrated by rudeness, I have never been the type to put off the “please die now” vibe. Usually I keep quiet, not because I feel better-than or am trying to rise above it, but because I’m usually so caught off guard and self-conscious by the comment that was just made that I have no idea how to react other than to clam up.

You know the day you went to work in a new outfit or with a new hairstyle? You were looking all stylish, feeling on top of the world and knew that nothing could possibly ruin your happy-fun cute day… Then some co-worker or classmate says, “you look different” or “someone has a new outfit” or “…bangs, huh?”, leaving open the possibility that your new look is stupid and hideous?  Yeah, I’ve had 2 days like that this week.

Yeah, the blonde-to-brunette change was a doozy yesterday. I can’t really expect people to NOT comment on it, but today’s events just really got to me.

I’m wearing a pencil skirt and a simple white v-neck shirt, heels, & minimal jewelry. My hair is up in a bumped ponytail with a headband, and I’m rocking the red lipstick and winged eyeliner. Rocking it, I tell you.

An hour ago, I was feeling very retro and adorable until I was handed a few rude “pinup wannabe” type of comments from two separate co-workers. I immediately ran to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror for a good five minutes looking myself up and down.

How could my shining self-image change so quickly and drastically? Feeling a 10 one minute and like a friggin’ bag lady the next? Ridiculous.

Just as I was about to wipe off my lipstick and replace it with clear gloss I stopped, thought, “WHO CARES?!”, and waltzed right back out there, adding a little extra hip swing to my walk.

So what if I have a couple hairspray speckles I didn’t smooth out? Who cares if my bangs are a little uneven and I had a smudge of eyeliner on my cheek?

I am far from perfect, but I feel darn cute today.