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I just found out there's a fantastic esthetician 30 seconds from my house. She set shop inside an hairdresser's, that's why I had no idea she was there. Today I went for a pedicure (I have 99 problems with my feet, and they're all painful), and we talked a lot, and she's awesome and really, really good at her job. Now my toenails are purple and pretty and my feet are all soft and nothing hurts, it's great.
I should probably write a post about a woman's relationship with her body after breast cancer, and how estethicians help a lot with feeling at ease with one's body, instead of that weird disconnection between "you" and "your body that's trying to kill you", but that would take me a lot of time and right now I just want to wiggle my toes and giggle for a while. I feel pretty, oh so pretty. ♥
I should probably write a post about a woman's relationship with her body after breast cancer, and how estethicians help a lot with feeling at ease with one's body, instead of that weird disconnection between "you" and "your body that's trying to kill you", but that would take me a lot of time and right now I just want to wiggle my toes and giggle for a while. I feel pretty, oh so pretty. ♥
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Date: 2013-06-08 07:05 pm (UTC)I don't know if that makes sense, it's hard to articulate some things without resorting to cliches and I don't want to do that.:)
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Date: 2013-06-08 08:52 pm (UTC)It is one of those recurring themes in therapy, so it makes sense it gets through the cracks here too. Although a proper post on the topic is still on my to-do list. *________*