It wasn't entirely my fault; I woke up with a pimple right between my eyes. Well, that was sort of my fault, because the winter air had turned my cheeks to white flaky itchy monstrosities the night before, so I had slathered on the moisturizer before bed (after washing my face, for the record).
Now, the skin between my eyes is starting to wrinkle. It sort of looks like the knee of an elephant, or like it might someday soon look like the knee of an elephant. The addition of a whitehead kneecap was not entirely pleasing to me, though I could appreciate the addition of the kneecap to the elephant knee aesthetically, if I were, in fact, a canvas and not a face.
My hair sometimes decides to do this lighter than air defying of gravity thing that can give me the look of a stalk of celery, or someone with a snorkel sticking out of her head. I didn't have time to wash before school-drop off time, so I found my can of dry shampoo and promptly sprayed myself in eyes with it. No glasses. I should appreciate this unintentional eye cleaning, but wasn't feeling particularly grateful at that moment.
I combed hair. I decided not to wear a hat. I went to the grocery store, knowing I looked ugly, but presentable. Ugly is ok. As I looked around the grocery store, it was not actually filled with models and movie stars. It had like five other people in it, and they were just as ugly as I was - that's the benefit to shopping at 8 o'clock in the morning.
It's kind of freeing, deciding that beauty isn't the most important thing. Still, I'm going to shower now.