Before lupus I used to check my self and see a quiet and average looking woman staring back at me that I used to take pride in my appearance. I wasn't the skinniest woman I was an average size 16 and very comfortable about my size loving dressing up and wearing the reddest lipstick ever.
After lupus I I don't see the same woman staring back at me, i see a stranger that has an over bloated stomach a chubby face a scared butter fly rash on her face. Tired red eyeswith dark rings painted around.
I see this stranger this woman that looks back at me and I don't recognise her, this woman who now doesn't take that much pride in her appearance. I see woman in pain. A woman I don't recognise any more.
A stranger who I don't want to get to know, a stranger who now hides a way. Who wants to
know this stranger ? whos life revolves around doctors and hospital and repeat prescriptions. Whos best friend is her bed.
Pity party is over thanks for reading this post.