I’m dirty.
For the first time in my life, I have dandruff.
For the first time in my life, my face has broken out.
[We think] the ring-worm that has been plaguing my team has spread to me [not confirmed yet].
I haven’t seen a mirror bigger than pocket-sized since my birthday [December 1].
I haven’t bathed with running water since that same day.
My legs are filled with scars from the millions of bug bites I’ve obtained over the past 6 months.
My knee is lookin’ pretty good as well after a tumble down a hill this month.
Sometimes, the best way to feel “clean” is to shave my legs & with this mess, that's difficult.
I rotate wearing the same 3 dresses every week — matching them perfectly with my missionary sandals [minus the “matching perfectly” part].
On the race, I don’t feel like a girl. I don’t feel pretty. I just don’t.
I JUST WANT TO BE A GIRL AGAIN!
This week my leader, Laura, and I did our best to become “girls” for a few moments. How did we do that?
We went to the mall & tried on shoes.
We walked around in high heels for a few minutes just to prove we still could.
Pathetic? Maybe…but it helped a little. 🙂
Oh to be a girl again…
