Maybe it's psychosomatic, but since I haven't picked at my face in a few day I feel prettier. I glanced in the mirror before bed and smiled. It may sound crazy, but I felt like I was glowing. The zit on my chest has healed itself and the battle today was the one that popped up on my arm. I successfully resisted. I put on a long-sleeve shirt and forgot about it.
The urges haven't been too strong today and I easily caught myself reaching towards my face. It could be because I was distracted by the problem with my nose stud. I tried to change to a stud that matched my outfit and couldn't thread the new stud through. I got my original post but it was a much thicker gauge and my hole had shrunk down to the thickness, or shall I say thinness, of the new post. In the end all I accomplished was making it bleed so I stopped. At first I was really bummed about it, but tonight I'm fine. To be honest, I wonder if it's time to let it heal and close that chapter of my life.
Isn't it funny how we change? I still want to get ink, but I'm not so interested in having more than my earlobes pierced. And who knows, maybe in a few weeks I'll change my mind and want it back, but for now I feel content. And I feel pretty. I really do. So I think I'm going to ride this train for awhile and remain content.
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