Over a year ago I started on what I deemed “Project Prettify Me”. The goal of the project: to stop looking all frumpy and ugly. It was not just the weight issue that I had to contend with, but really more of not caring for myself too much and so I let myself go and well, suffice it to say, I did not really care how I looked. As long as I had decent clothes on, I did not really make an effort to look fashionable, to get all dolled up or to accessorize.

However, one day I decided enough was enough and so I made it a point to “prettify” myself daily. I invested quite a bit on a nice wardrobe (thanks to the Sunshine store haha), new costume jewelry, a bunch of nice heels, and lots of make up and other natural beauty products. With my new gear on hand, everyday was like a makeover day I did a good job at it, I must admit, and even on days that I felt crappy and sick, fixing myself up always managed to make me feel better. In the same manner, it helped keep the emotional eater in me at bay.

However, these past three months have been extremely rough for me. I’ve been sick on and off, I got caught up in too much work and I have gone through a lot of changes that have been making it hard for me to really feel like dressing up in the morning, much less to take the time out to do my make up and get all prettified again. It was just so much easier to not care. I don’t have to say that because I stopped really caring, the emotional eater in me reared it’s ugly head and so I’ve been eating all sorts of junk again. My waistline and my skin hate me for it now

Today, an old friend of mine came by to pick some things up from me and the first thing she said when she saw me was:  “What happened to you? What’s with the face???”

Ouch. Talk about a reality check.

And so starting today, I will make it a point to prettify myself again. I’m going to take that extra fifteen minutes in the day to put on some make up, fix up my hair (which, sadly, I cut and is no longer as nice as before boo) and make myself look like the beautiful me I used to know. And yes, I’m sure the sad emo eater in me will be kept at bay again.

Project Prettify Me version 2, here I come