Everyday, as I pass by something reflective, I always try to catch a glimpse of myself.
I used to look good in my bathroom upstairs. Now I only look good in it "sometimes." The mirror downstairs makes me look good with even/good skin. Hell it looks like I could pull off the bald look down there.
The mirrors at work, well what can I say: In the main bathroom I look like I have been through WW3. My eyes look semi hollow with dark circles, my hair (dark brown hair on white scalp) looks god awful scary at some angles. I go in the private bathroom and look at myself in the mirror and maybe I look ok.
Then I go outside and look in a mirror with the sunlight. The sun exposes all the thinning places of my head. My lower eyelids look big and bulgy..I look.....maybe even ugly.
I've stopped looking into car windows for a reflection...
The saddest thing is not how I will look bald. The saddest thing is looking at my hair now. It's not too bad, but the saddest thing is picturing my image fading away. I've been through some rough times in my young life, some of which stole a part of my youth... If I lose the next fight, I'll have nothing really to excite me anymore
which is the real me?
I used to look good in my bathroom upstairs. Now I only look good in it "sometimes." The mirror downstairs makes me look good with even/good skin. Hell it looks like I could pull off the bald look down there.
The mirrors at work, well what can I say: In the main bathroom I look like I have been through WW3. My eyes look semi hollow with dark circles, my hair (dark brown hair on white scalp) looks god awful scary at some angles. I go in the private bathroom and look at myself in the mirror and maybe I look ok.
Then I go outside and look in a mirror with the sunlight. The sun exposes all the thinning places of my head. My lower eyelids look big and bulgy..I look.....maybe even ugly.
I've stopped looking into car windows for a reflection...
The saddest thing is not how I will look bald. The saddest thing is looking at my hair now. It's not too bad, but the saddest thing is picturing my image fading away. I've been through some rough times in my young life, some of which stole a part of my youth... If I lose the next fight, I'll have nothing really to excite me anymore
which is the real me?