Perspective...

 

It's all a question of perspective.

I have to get used to judging distances right. Used to seeing things wider, beeing able to see things out of the corner of my eyes, and not solely straight ahead. Seeing things differently. Seeing me differently as well. Rediscovering myself, my face. And liking what I see. Seeing better and bigger, and moving forward with confidence.

The end of August was tough on me. Looming ahead was the shadow of my birthday. Twenty-fucking-sixth birthday. And it was coming hard on me. Cos everything's going as it should, even though it's damn hard. I won't come back on that. I was down because I wanteed to feel that I could be attractive. That even though I'm turning "old", it's not the over yet. I was shown that it's not. The fat lady ain't over singing yet.

Confidence returned.

And I'm taking this work year as a challenge. I see colleagues around me breaking down. This is my chance to show that I'm strong. It'll be tough, but worth it. I know I can do it.

Confidence returned.

 

It's a wonder what a pair of contact lenses can do to a girl.