I began writing this post earlier, but got down to the bottom, hadn't reached the end of my 'happiness rant', explaining that I had more unhappy things than happy, but that overall I was still happy.
I'll just say this; I can be depressed over the physical problems I'm experiencing most of my waking hours, but just as often, I'll catch a glimpse of my pretty hands, pink nails and cute bracelets. I'll look down at my feet, usually clad in tights or hose and cute shoes. I wear a dress everyday, and I know some of you are probably shaking your head, thinking "That woman's crazy" or something similar, but I do it for reasons of both comfort and optical illusion I need because of a terribly botched surgery. Enough said on that. But the best part of my life is being accepted as the woman I am, any and everywhere I go, by my "Very Significant Other," the true love of my life, by friends, relatives and strangers. I sometimes feel very pretty (for my age) and sometimes I feel as if I was the model for Picasso's most deformed women. Still, the mirror is one of my best friends, because every time I see one I see Miranda looking back at me and that makes me happier than my paltry words can possibly express. Life is finally L I F E ! ! ! , not existence. Hugs, Mira
P.S. I love makeup, shoes, dresses, skirts, and my honey, Dean!
