Beauty (and the eye of the beholder)
I’m drained. Completely exhausted.
I feel like I hardly have time for anything let alone getting into the gym and putting on a face.
My morning beauty regime right now only happens in the car – thank goodness for traffic, or else I’d walk into the office looking like last night’s finger paint.
Its 1 August and I promise myself new things. Not too sure what those things are, but at the very least, I’m getting myself a new mascara.
I feel so sorry for husband, because this is not the woman he knows. Thank God he loves me or I’d be in such trouble.
1 month to spring, so that’s 1 month to reclaim my beauty, the beholder thinks I’m beautiful, but what about me?
