I just finished reporting to my branch at the 9am all-staff news briefing, and it was hell. Usually I am a confident, capable reporter: head up, shoulders back, eye contact, projecting my voice, making jokes. Today I wore oversized black clothing to work, shuffled in head down, read straight from the paper at high speed, making all sorts of verbal blunders, and left the meeting as soon as possible. Why? Because.
All I can focus on is the fact that I look like some twisted, uglified version of Angelina Jolie. I have a terrible cold sore on my upper lip. They make me look horrific, and right now I’m shy and embarassed and excruciatingly self-conscious. It’s vain and petty and shallow, but just I can’t help myself. I hate them. I’ve been getting them on and off ever since I was a little girl, and there’s nothing you can do except wait them out. They come out of the blue, and they stay for as long as they like, and for the duration of their stay I regress back into my most vulnerable teen self.
This isn’t something
Must. Conquer. Vanity.
Anyone got a functional pair of lips they’re not using that I could borrow for a couple of days? Maybe