When I walk in the doors of a department store the first thing I notice is not the store but actually myself. Because of the stress it takes simply to prepare for such an event, I cannot even bring myself to enter a mall on some days. Shopping is a rigorous task but the hardest part is not the actual shopping but the pre-shopping that wares the average person out.
When I plan to go shopping I must find the energy to flip through my cluttered phonebook to find someone with the same stamina. Then once a partner is found I have to take a quick shower, doing only the bare minimum to achieve the fastest time to get in and out. Often I try to do multiple tasks while in the shower trying to lather my hair while balancing on one leg shaving is one I have conquered. I have the scars to prove it. My mind is busy worrying about what I will wear as the partially warm water washes over my hair to my toes. Racing through the routine I finally get out planning to get dressed.
Then comes the actually getting dressed that takes the most out
The car engine in the driveway ceases and my friend gets out to come to the door. Knowing she has battled the same torture I have, and looking just as tired. We exchange glances to each other showing our compassion and knowledge of what is in store. We turn on the television and give up.
On to the insufferable battle with my hair. No matter how I do my hair I know trying on tight shirts, long skirts, and dresses that go over my head and then back off again it will be ruined. I try to curl or straighten or do anything that I know my limp hair has no capability doing. Trying hard at times simply not to shave my head. So I spray on smelly chemicals that I must hold my breath to apply only to choke on them anyway. Holding my hair until the spray dries often makes my hands go numb. To have made it this far is the only thing that keeps me going.
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