Friday, May 10, 2013
What on earth are your eyebrows doing? You look like a younger version of Einstein. So you lick the tip of your finger and try to brush them into submission. Better, but things are still a little haywire. The humidity did a wonder on your hair, leaving it unpredictable and wiry. Your skin is peeling a bit on your chin. You've got a smudge of mascara underneath your left eye.
"Good God! I'm a fiasco!" you think.
You chuckle into the mirror. Yes, you are a fiasco. You are a nut and a half. You try so hard, you really do. Yet you do not have everything under control. And it's a little endearing sometimes.
I'm reminded of Anne Lamott, who graciously named her thighs "The Aunties," and relives a moment in a bathing suit when she had to stand amidst four teenage girls in bikinis.