Every morning when I wake up, I see the same things (besides the usual bed head and sleepy eyes).
I see the complexion that just won’t clear up.
I see the hair that just won’t do what I want it to, no matter how long I work on it.
I see the extra pounds that get harder to shed with each passing day.
I see a tummy too round, arms too long, other things too saggy. (you know it had to be said!)
I see a girl who wants to believe she is pretty, but a woman who is too caught up in the imperfections to admit it might actually be true.
My husband can’t understand why I feel this way