Today is one of those days. I get dressed in thirty seconds, don’t brush my hair, don’t even look at myself in the mirror. Tooth brushing? Ha! When I see myself in the hall mirror as I walk out, I notice my shirt is kind of small and not very flattering—not how I remembered this shirt fitting…Oh yeah, I had a baby four months ago and it shows. How could I have believed that I actually looked good all this time? It was all smoke and mirrors, strategic angles, calculated fits and colors. But THIS is the truth, this ugliness right here.

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