RE: /wearing makeup to hide our illness ~ my bout with the fibro monster

[Guest guest]

Gee, I guess I’m weird. I like to wear makeup. I do it for me because it

make me feel better about myself. I don’t have to have make up on to leave

the house, but I put it on if I’m going somewhere. I was devastated when I

found out my brother threw all my make up out when he cleaned out my house.

What was left was nasty anyway from just being open and unused. I got to

buy new ones… my favorite thing. I look at my face as a canvas.

Tigger (Ruth) in Rhode Island

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From: Fibromyalgia_Support_Group

[mailto:Fibromyalgia_Support_Group ] On Behalf Of Dave and

Jeanne

Sent: Saturday, December 29, 2007 10:03 AM

To: Fibromyalgia_Support_Group

Subject: /wearing makeup to hide our illness ~ my bout with the

fibro monster

Yes, another one of us who doesn't bother with makeup.

LOL!

I'm sorry you are hurting so badly, and that your family made Christmas

miserable for you. Are you a person who has a hard time saying " no " ? If

so, I guess you have a year to gear up for next year, so that you and your

immediate family can have a more peaceful, relaxing Christmas. Feel better

soon. Take care.

Jeanne in WI

> Wearing makeup, let me tell you, I absolutely hate it. I, in fact, stopped

> wearing makeup almost ten years ago. I'm not quite forty, and many have

> told me I hardly look my age in the first place, until, and unless, my

> pain is apparent, then I age exponentially.

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> Changing subjects

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> I've been a writer longer than I've even been somewhat diagnosed via one

> who lives with Fibro, Mama T is her name, I've been a writer, a poet, a

> preacher, longer than I've been somewhat diagnosed with the dreaded

> monster. It is a monster because it rears its head and you just want to

> curl up and hide from the world. It rears its head and I suffer so much

> pain I can't even begin to describe it. Right now, I hurt like everything

> landed on me, the entire world, in fact. Atlas laid it on my

backside and I get to carry it. Yikes. Christmas did it to me, with my

family who ignores my pain and anguish, a family visit to change me and mine

to be their ideal. They ignored me, barely spoke to me the entire time. It's

stupid that they even thought to believe I'd want to hear them talk to me

about things other than my health, my house that's not in the greatest

shape, or my misbehaving children, that's because they bring out the worst

in every member of my family. Why do I let myself into these things?

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