I woke up today with a ratty mess of tangled hair that's been like that that since yesterday. I kept thinking, "I hate my hair." Then I sat down in front of a mirror I use when tweezing my brows, and I kept thinking, "Ugh, I'm so ugly." I usually don't think I'm ugly. In fact, I like the way I look. But being so up close to the mirror made me notice how disgustingly hairy my face is (thanks to my Middle Eastern-ness), how awful my eyebrows are, how dried up my nose is, how ugly the scars and texture of my facial skin is thanks to acne, etc.

So yeah. Just one of those days. I feel gross and frumpy and ugly, but I know I'm not. This too shall pass, right?