back in the bell jar?

Monday, November 24, 2014

I’ve become increasingly nervous that I’ve become one of those women who confuses mascara and lipstick with self-esteem. I go through month-long cycles where I wear make-up occasionally (normal), never wear any make-up at all ever (depressed, think that there’s no reason to try make up because it’s like trying to turn a bulldog into a poodle) and wearing it all the time (no self-confidence; Trying.)

I went to my barre class today without a hint of any cosmetic on, and I guess I could write about how that made me feel, but instead I will just tell you that for three hours today I penned my autobiography in my head in full, titled I Hate Myself and Want to Die: The Karin Story by Karin.