Back in college, I was cute, tan, blonde, fit… president of my sorority… the whole package.
Then I got married and had a baby.
Now, I am a FRUMP. It didn’t have to be this way, I know. But frankly I couldn’t care less about how I look. Fashion is expensive and takes too much effort.
I wear blue jeans and ribbed T-necks every day. OLD ones. I used to be pretty good about at least doing my hair and makeup, but now I just don’t. Up in a ponytail.
I am too embarrassed to go anywhere, but I am too tired (and time-starved) to do anything with myself in the morning. So I end up staying around the house, going stir-crazy—or else I do venture out, but I am starting to feel like one of those WAL-MART PEOPLE (no offense to anyone.)
I have no time or money to fix myself up. People without kids don’t understand. I didn’t, before I had them. And, god, I only have one!
I don’t see the point in making the effort, using my resources on myself, when I don’t even care. On the other hand, I feel like I should try harder. Does this make any sense? Besides, I’m lucky if I can even get a shower in the morning—and I clean the house all evening, from 5-11 p.m., so I don’t have a lot of time to play with how I look.
Can anyone offer some insight? :(
