There comes a moment in every person’s life when they catch their reflection and think ‘Jesus.’
OK, so maybe not Miranda Kerr. Or Margot Robbie. But most people find themselves stunned by the average-ness of their own appearance at one time or another.
Yesterday, I had that moment.
I just really was not looking great. Winter was partly to blame, lending itself to dry skin, frumpy clothes, and too many nights in ignoring my appearance.
To make matters worse I'd been trying to live out my childhood dream of having long, luscious hair, despite having a head of
feral fine and knotty strands, predisposed to merging into one massive dreadlock overnight.