After many years, I was reunited with a childhood friend. Her children and my son attend the same school – so I see her every day.
One morning we began chatting about some of our other friends from high-school. One of them in particular looks fabulous now. FABULOUS! Even better than she ever did in high-school. I’d love to hate her for it if I didn’t love her so much. I mean how does that happen?
Discussing this made me acutely aware that the same could not be said of me. My idea of primping is a comb through the hair and a quick application of mascara as I am driving. Honestly, I rarely go through all that trouble. As I stood speaking to my high school friend, I was in ripped jeans, a sweatshirt, hair in haphazardly piled atop of my head, no make-up and sleep marks still on my face. Lovely. If any beauty routine requires more than 3 consecutive minutes of my time, is highly unlikely that I will stick to it on a regular basis.
Over the holidays when I ran into a guy I used to date, I regretted that I never put more effort into that area. He looked great. I didn’t. Ugh.
As my friend and I stood outside of my son’s school, we started discussing some of the people that we lost touch with and as we went through the list, I realized that all of these flippin people looked great. And you know how I know this – because I have a Facebook account. Facebook, where we all look like supermodels and rock stars.
I have a friend who is gorgeous. When we go out people stare at her – she is that beautiful, and she always looks great. But when I “tag” a picture of her on Facebook, she instantly un-tags herself if it isn’t what she considers a perfect picture. She drives me nuts with this. Then I realized that I do the same thing. I really don’t care what I look like or what people think of me in real life, but on Facebook, I care a great deal. Why is that?
The whole population would really be a lot better looking if we put the same amount of effort in ourselves as we do on our FB profile picture.