Episode 3: The Things I’ve Lost Part One


Generally I don’t put much care into how I look anymore. Am I as healthy as I can be at this point, am I taking some steps forward, am I generally keeping up with my myself that’s all I’m after. Especially on bad days I just don’t care much. Soft gentle clothes, especially leggings and t shirts or tanks and hair in a messy bun. That’s my look.

But I used to dress nice for work. Makeup everyday or at least most days. Hair not just brushed but up and in a nice bun or pony tail. Maybe even down. I would wear heels some days.

Nice shoes when necessary are wedge heels. Im too unsteady even with my cane and physical therapy to pull off heels themselves. Mostly nice shoes are flats though. If I wear makeup it’s concealer and bb cream or foundation. If I’m super doing well lipstick. Because a) I love lipstick and b) my GMM taught me to be polished when I leave the house. I’m just rarely so polished anymore.

So in the things about me I miss, it’s having the energy to look nice. Winter, fall and spring my work look involves scarfs, my ever present fingerless gloves (woven and going up to at least my elbows) and some form of sweater or cardigan. I generally also wear tights and pants or jeans. Even though my skin hates all the contact the clothes give, nothing else is as big a “keep away no touching” signal I’ve found. And in a building that is always always cold I can stay a little warmer in the cool and cold months. But keeping up with my hair or my face? That’s rare and requires good days. And I love makeup. I love messing with my hair and having others do my hair. I love wearing makeup. So having lost this part of me? It feels as devastating as losing my balance and ability to walk without an aid has been.

What thing have any of you lost that has been devastating to you and how have you reclaimed it? Or tried to?