tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post4457177244924280651..comments2024-01-17T05:33:20.530-08:00Comments on Dan, in real time.: Take A Good LookUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-19670587589763703822010-02-11T08:12:10.448-08:002010-02-11T08:12:10.448-08:00I think that we are our harshest critics. Many ti...I think that we are our harshest critics. Many times I am surprised when people say I look good because I do not feel that way at all. Anyway, I hope you do not mind me saying that I find both you and Michael to be very good looking men - you made a very handsome couple.<br /><br />This post made me recall the time I went to the vet, whom I have known for years. This was right after I had gotten engaged to husband #2. The vet (older man, about 60-65) could not stop telling me how great and happy I was looking. I believe he used the word glowing. Thinking back, I probably was looking good. I was happy. I was paying attention to my appearance and clothing because I was involved in a new relationship. I was feeding off the positive attention I was getting from my husband-to-be who was very generous in his praise for my appearance. <br /><br />I am a little bit scared now thinking that maybe I will never look that good and happy again. That was from the result of being in love, which I believe does have the power to transform us, inside and out.<br /><br />Whenever I get down in spirit and body, I try and pamper myself physically. I enjoy manicures, pedicures and face masks. A good haircut has done me wonders. <br /><br />I don't want to try and talk you out of how you feel right now. It is where you are. But I hope that you might be able to nurture yourself a little with some pampering attention to your body in whatever way will make you feel restored. I hope that you can see that some of those features you think of as flaws, actually enhance your looks.Widow in the Middlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01598249263166943162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-64729814715320265632010-02-11T04:04:28.788-08:002010-02-11T04:04:28.788-08:00it sounds morbid but i giggled all through that. i...it sounds morbid but i giggled all through that. i am just happy that another person is as critical of themselves as i am almost every second of the day. its a relief from my own self hate. i always think 'wow, andrew those are disgusting tits, why would you do it to yourself?' and i believe it. its my achilles heel and will always be.Pantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14005276121301491303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-88452000427108058932010-02-10T22:49:35.474-08:002010-02-10T22:49:35.474-08:00Like Mike, you will always be the handsomest man i...Like Mike, you will always be the handsomest man in my eyes! Love you Daddy!ariannenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-50660296144242918332010-02-10T22:22:31.551-08:002010-02-10T22:22:31.551-08:00I believe the word that best describes what has ha...I believe the word that best describes what has happened to us is is careworn. We've been through the mill. The good news is, it seems that at least some of this stuff is reversible. A year ago, I would look at myself in the mirror and be surprised by the wild, scary looking stranger with the dead eyes and frown looking back at me. I'm sure that, to others, I looked like a tired, worn out old hag. Just recently, people are starting to tell me I'm looking really good. Now when I look in the mirror, I see someone who looks more like the me that I was a couple or so years ago. But, yes, I still miss hearing Don tell me how good I looked. It's hard for me to convince myself that I'm doing okay.bevhttp://magickcanoe.com/blog11noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-66262077851870633162010-02-10T20:05:03.414-08:002010-02-10T20:05:03.414-08:00Michael used to say "hey Handsome" to me...Michael used to say "hey Handsome" to me throughout the day. He made me feel so good about myself as well. He also made me want to take better care of myself. <br /><br />It's so hard to not see ourselves reflected back from their eyes. One of the pictures I have up in my bedroom is a picture that Michael took of me in a swimming pool. I'm just in the water, looking into his eyes and smiling. I love seeing how happy I am in the picture. I hope you have a picture of yourself being reflected back from Dragon as well.<br /><br />Love. DanDanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02218009891182171803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-302767455915995629.post-48856785958834769812010-02-10T19:03:44.856-08:002010-02-10T19:03:44.856-08:00grief ages us. it's true. we take care of ou...grief ages us. it's true. we take care of ourselves as best we can and then life hits us with the biggest blow. for me, i lost my magic mirror. i lost the one person who saw me and saw inside me, the person i was meant to be.<br /><br />it was one year monday night and all day tuesday. i had read and was told that the anticipation of the one year anniversary is usually/sometimes worse than the actual day. for me, it was everything i thought it would be. it was a loud echo of the worst time in my life. today i feel like a truck hit me. so i've aged again, or more.<br /><br />i understand, no, i feel every word you wrote. i feel old and tired. maybe the see saw will find a quivering balance. maybe i'll find the center and can stand there. but i don't want time to stand still. i want it to move forward so i can go find him. i want to go find my Dragon.<br /><br />you are in my thoughts, Dan, and my heart. rest. be kind to yourself.abandonedsoulshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.com