Woke up feeling particularly brave this morning. So much so that I travelled to my penultimate facial hair removal appointment without makeup.
That might not seem like a big deal but it’s huge to me. It’s a significant leap forward in confidence. Even more satisfying than the day I boxed up my NHS wig.
Still hurts like a bitch though. I won’t be sorry when my treatment is finished. Still, it’s been worthwhile. My naked face attracted no more attention than normal. That has to be progress.
Of course, I immediately put on makeup so I could face the world as soon as we were done. I said I was feeling brave, just not THAT brave.