I saw pictures of a friend recently that made me feel pretty bad about myself. It was minutes after giving birth, and she looked like a goddamn mermaid princess.
Her hair was perfect…
…We had a plumber here yesterday fixing a leak. The water in the house was turned off and the kind man wanted to make sure I knew what this meant and the ramifications.
“So, you can’t brush your teeth.”
“You can’t flush the toilets.”
“You can’t shower.”
It dawned on me then that the lack of running water had no effect on my daily hygiene routine. That apparently I am no different from a sheep who lives in a barn.
How many times can I say it, to thine own self be true.
At which point you can hopefully say one day–Actually, mom, you didn’t say it, Polonius in Hamlet did–and nail the source.
We are who we are, babies.
Non-mermaid-princesses and all.