hello,my new friends here...
this mornign, quite early, i was having a quite sad,
depressive time... i stood up, went to the bathroom,
and looked at myself, in the mirror.
first, i thought, oh-god, what a "monster" you are..
i looked at my head, which was shaved nearly-clean then,
and thought, again, who will ever find you sweet or attractive..?
i felt tears running down my cheeks.. and, though i felt that-depressive,
i took the razor and began removing the new stubble from my head, carefully..
a moment later, i went back to the bedroom, saw my husband there, who was
looking at me, smiling gently, and i sat-down nearby him.
he smiled, sat besides me, kissed me, gently, sensitively, and said, my-god,
what a lucky man he´d be to wake-up every morning next to me..
first, i couldn´t believe his words.. but then, another moment later,
i understood, it´s really true, the phrase, i learnt from my mother..
"there´s no use crying over spilt milk.."
i mean, i know it´s a big change, seeing (and feeling) me, having not any hair
on my head.. i don´t look like those "typical beautiful women" everywhere-around..
but with my husband, telling me, for him, i`d always be the "sexiest woman alive",
well, i think, i must change my way of thinking about me, my "look", myself..
he´s probably right, after all.. i am no "alien", just `cause i don´t have hair
on my head.. i do love his words, i do love him..
oh-god, lucky-me, i think, i have a wonderful husband...