Stripped Down

She woke up the morning earlier then normal. Got up...up and actually fixed her hair and did her make-up. Decided to do a new look with her eye shadows. She curled her hair and put on a cute outfit and put on her favorite perfume...Body by Victoria. It makes her happy...she goes to the ole work. Work...that she dreads going to now that she's in a new office. She dreads the drive...after work she goes to do a laser treatment for hair removal. It's free today so why not? While there she starts to think about all her flaws-her ugly body-hairy self-acne scarred face-she talks to the assistants and they tell her all these 'miracle' fixes. Brochures in hand she leaves...meets up with her...can she still call him husband? They get to talking about his future 'date' coming up. Anger fills her. She doesn't understand why she gets so upset when this is something she wants. A way out and being friends. Sounds perfect right? The flaw? She's jealous and possessive and nosy. A big fight breaks lose and things are said that shouldn't be...who is this girl and what happened to the fun, happy girl? Looking in the mirror now...this girl is me...I start to remove one earring at a time while looking at the sad face staring back at me. Gosh I'm ugly. I remove my necklace...this beautiful necklace that he gave me...next the rings...Another thought as I look in the mirror...I hate myself...I remove my false eyelashes and take off my makeup and stand there in my pj's. I just stand and stare. I hate the face that looks back at me. I hate the life and the moment I'm in. No one is going to want me. While he moves on and finds someone new no one will want to date me. I can't start over...I don't even want to mess with the whole 'scene' and trying to put on a happy face. I will never be content-I will never be able to trust a man and fully give myself to him. How can I have another man around my baby? I can't because now it's just me and her. I won't let another man hurt me or allow myself to get comfortable and let my guard down. I stand there and glance at the image again...I'm stripped down-no make-up no fancy clothes. Nothing...