Flip the Script, My Halloween Revelation
So its just hours before the Haunted Halloween Howling, and I am just about done with the hullaballoo of the costume hunt. My children were like savages searching the party papers for costumes that peeked their interest. For about a week now, my daughter has been asking me what it was I was going to be for this bewitched night of treats and trickery. I couldn’t answer. I wasn’t planning on dressing up that is. I love to make cute and spooky treats for the kids, but I don’t dress for the occasion.
Well after much pondering on the matter, since my daughter refused to let the subject go, I began to list a few of my alter ego fantasy’s just to see what I could come up with. It wasn’t hard to list but, after reviewing its contents I found that none of the costumes were fitting. I thought that maybe, just maybe it was time for me to be just plain ole me, no sugar added.
I decided that perhaps I would ditch the old lace front and glossing lip gloss in exchange for my natural curls and CarMax. Yes the true me, hidden under the new age Hair Does as opposed to the Hair Don’t. Truthfully, I could have ditched the old additions a while ago, but the idea of hairloss due to kemo therapy plagued my mind. It does so every time I attempt to wear my natural hair. Just a psychological issue, weird maybe, seriously yes.
Well in these last hours of the night before the ghosts and goblins come out, I will flip the script. Instead of running out to get a costume for the party I will merely take the one I am wearing off. It’s high time I embrace the scars of my survival and learn to accept me. After all, I can’t expect anyone else to do so, if I can’t accept the many pieces of me, now can I?
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