Bedtime picking. Sadly, this happens towards the end of most days. It’s as if my hands come alive and have a mind of their own. Wish I had more control 😢
I look in the mirror as my bedtime bath runs and I don’t like what I see, which is the scars from years of picking at my skin. I recently realised I don’t just physically pick at my skin, but I pick on myself mentally too- always putting myself down and calling myself names. I don’t do that to anyone else so why do it to that person in the mirror. Why do I despise her and her face in the way that I do and make her feel so inferior?
The quote following this paragraph describes how I feel about attempting to cover the scars and imperfections with make-up and clothes. I don’t find it fun and I don’t tend to bother with it (except for the concealer and powder) because I’m afraid of being exposed as a fraud when it all comes off.
“Beauty is about perception, not about make-up. I think the beginning of all beauty is knowing and liking oneself. You can’t put on make-up, or dress yourself, or do you hair with any sort of fun or joy if you’re doing it from a position of correction.” – Kevyn Aucoin