My damn skin has been revolting against me for the past week. Seriously, teenage zits? NOT FUCKING FAIR.
Everytime I start feeling like I am in front of the 8 ball and my confidence soars a bit, I get knocked right back down with a huge honker on my forehead, or worse, in the tip of my nose.
I really think zits are God's great equalizer. But do they have to be so PRESENT???
When I was fatter, I never wanted to go out, I was totally embarassed and scared shitless that I would run into someone I used to know when I was a 'hot mess', not just a 'mess' as I had become.
Now that I don't mind going out, I get zits, and again want to retreat to my couch. Freaking awesome.
Why am I bitching about this, you ask? Because this is my reason for not posting pics.
Many of you want to see an updated pic of me now, and have been *rather* vocal in this. ;-) So this is my excuse not to for a week or so.
You have all probably seen my pic from when I had lost about 20 pounds from back in October I think, now I have lost 61.5 total, and I promise a pic soon. I understand that for those of you brave enough to post pics and put it all out there, that it only makes sense for those bloggers you follow to suck it up and reciprocate.
So moral of this story, I'm working on it...