Last night, we came to the conclusion that I'm far too self-conscious and the such. I already knew that, but I didn't realize how much it bothers Rory -_-"
Problem is, it's not really something I feel like I can easily change! I've always had crappy self-image. It's not like I'm hideously overweight: I'm quite petite, actually. Curves in "all the right places". But it doesn't stop me from -feeling- sub-par.
Occasionally, my skin decides that it hates me and it erupts in eczema. Itchy, dry, scaly grossness. I have scarring on my legs from the full-scale rebellion over the summer... It's something that honestly really bothers me.
We went swimming with Wyatt and Holly last month and Rory practically had to talk me into going. Because I get so freaked out about how gross my skin is. ... It kinda sucks.
I'm on my way to work right now. Bus, train, bus. I work in an hour and a half and I'll either get there right on time or fifteen minutes early.
We need to move. And find a place closer to my work, while still being easily accessible for Rory's. Something right in between would be nice...
Or at least, something by an LRT station (ish. I've found that being directly adjacent to an LRT can be pretty sketchy.) Actually, the LRT expansion to Southgate is opening near the end of next month. I should be able to tough it out until then.
Nonetheless, spending two+ hours in transit every day kinda sucks. I did it every day last year when I was in university because I really had no other choice.
But living closer to work would be nice... I'd have more time to get things done around the house if I didn't spend so much time on freaking public transit.
Grawr.
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