I Feel Pretty. Oh, So Pretty!

This is gonna be a short post.

One thing I like to avoid getting are pedicures.

I have a reason for it: I'm extremely ticklish. Therefore, I have a strong aversion towards anything (or anyone) who threatens to render me into a fit of uncontrollable giggles by deliberately poking the key spots on my body. I also worry about the tickler in question because my limbs flail dangerously...my legs and feet become a threat to humankind.

Yet today, I went to the beauty parlor and bore it. I had to resist clenching my fists and making my knuckles white because I also had a manicure.



I totally rock whore-red nail polish.


And to finish the make-over, I got a haircut. With highlights. And I love it.




In fact, had I not been gladly surprised by the outcome, I would have titled this post as "I Am Totally F*cked,"which evokes the scene from Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason when the hairstylist made the protagonist look like a teen pop princess with pink and purple tufts.

For the first time in many weeks, I have felt so happy. The ladies at the beauty parlor (who I have known for years) noticed how much I have physically changed from the weight loss and asked me how I accomplished it. It is truly incredible how much of a positive boost your self-esteem obtains from minor personal alterations. I can't wait to show off the new me to my Dijonnais friends!


Barb the (totally made-over) French Bean