I want to be more like my little girl. She played outdoors most of the day today. Her hair was messy. She wore a bright pink t-shirt with glittery ballet slippers on the front, green capri-length scrub pants that belong to a nurse's costume she got when she was 4, and black riding boots that come to her knees. She didn't have a care in the world, and she certainly was unconcerned with her personal appearance. She went on a bike ride around the neighborhood in that outfit. I'm sure, if I had asked, she would have gone anywhere with me today without giving her outfit a second thought.
And then there's me. The girl who had surgery on her head yesterday leaving two Frankenstein scars that look...well...gross. Icky. Disgusting. Ugly.
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