It's feels like....

Today I got told that for two weeks (starting on the 5th of October) I will have to face my insecurities and physically do something (or not do something) to my appearance that makes me uncomfortable in my own skin. It feels like that dream where you suddenly realize you are naked in public except that you don't get to wake up and know it was all a dream.

Since I can remember it has always been very important to me to look "presentable". Even when I see a photo on Facebook of a woman holding her newborn baby in her arms after labour, my first thought is not "oh what a bundle of joy" but rather "man she looks like shit". I can imagine myself one day whipping out my emergency make up kit with one hand while cutting the umbilical cord with the other.

So basically for two weeks I will challenge my concept of what is "presentable". This means going to varsity in clothes I might as well go jogging in and giving my beloved make up essentials a rest.

If I die doing this project, please make sure I have an open casket and that I'm wearing the new Bodyshop bronzer I bought the other day and pretty much any item of clothing from JayJays. Then I will surely rest in peace...