Embrace the Face

February 13th:

So... if you are one of the rare people that have stuck around to see what shows up on this blerb daily (or not so daily)... Let me say I'm sorry for not being very timely and for generally being "Grumpsville" the last couple of entries. I'm ready to move on.  Enough of that!  Time to do what I set out to do with these writings and embrace all the things I appreciate about me. (Sounds like a Sesame Street segment).  Anyhoo...

Today, I will be focusing on my head/face.  Yep.  That gargantuan noggin atop the mountain of me.  I have a huge head.  I know this.  I certainly can't run from it so I deal.  I don't wear a lot of hats and I try not to cut my hair too terribly short as to bring more accent to it, but it is what it is and since it can't be changed and it does hold my very large brain (heh, heh), I find that I can be content with it.

My face is... something I'm... learning to love.  I look like my mother, whom I think is quite lovely and so find it interesting that I usually have trouble accepting my own looks.  I have ruddy skin, light eyebrows, stubby lashes, a crooked nose, a gummy smile, huge teeth, and I'm fighting (big tooth and painted nail) to keep the wrinkles, bags, and dark circles from taking me over.  Easier said than done.  I've always been the kind of gal that couldn't (and wouldn't) be seen out in public without "the old barn painted".  My family jokes that I wouldn't even take the trash out, four feet from the house, without first putting on all of my makeup. They just didn't realize that I just considered it my duty to spare all creatures from seeing the hideousness of my naked face.  (I mean, why add to the stress of a squirrel's life, right?  They deal with enough.)  However, as I've grown and matured, I've... (wait, who am I kidding, it has nothing to do with maturing)... (Ahem) However, as I've had children and my time is not always my own, I've learned to adjust my way of thinking about my face and what can be considered "good etiquette" when showing that face to the world. I still want to look my best and I really think I'll always be a cosmetics gal.  I like color and I like makeup and I know I look better with it on. Certainly, there are days when a little goes a long way or even less than little goes a long way. I accept my face and all its flaws and I can even take a run or walk or go to my town's "fancy shopping mall" Dollar General without "dolling up". I don't freak out if I am seen without it (I used to, but hey... it's on here, right?) but, I really like "putting my face on" and don't feel like I'm hiding the real me by doing that.  I really don't.

So... sure, beauty does fade and you've gotta be more than just outward appearances, and pretty faces can be marred by ugly personalities, I know... but it's also in the eye of the beholder and since I am one of those that behold it... I'm gonna make sure it looks good.  Embrace the face!

How's this for honest "blerbing".  (If you are in a public place seeing this, try not to scream too loudly.)