worn on a woeful day.

Having been functioning at way too fast for the past 6 months, today I found myself reminding uh... myself that it was the end of the day and I could try to slow down enough to actually look in the mirror once to make sure my makeup wasn't running down my face and I didn't have anything stuck in my teeth.

And when I looked in the mirror, I saw a little bit of worn and tarnished beauty when I squinted my eyes and tilted my head to the left; sucked my stomach in and arched my back so my nonexistant ass stuck out; arched my feet and squeezed my toes together.

Yet and still, in that worn and tarnished beauty - there was makeup running down my face and something stuck in my teeth.

Yet and still, even worn and tarnished beauty will suffice today when I've had the day I've had. Woe is mother fucking me.
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