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What was the turning point? When did I stop really looking at myself in the mirror and condemning that which I saw? I used to spend a lot of time in the mirror, not to gaze lovingly, or to praise the image, but to study, and figure out why I looked the way I did, and to take care in how I looked (not that it mattered a great deal). I do believe it all started to disappear when I became one half of a monogamous relationship. As I am getting ready to go out tonight (this rarely happens, which is fine, as homebody describes me best), I realized how little I pay attention to my looks. This would be a good indicator of why I always look lazy and unkept. I never look unclean, but I don't take the time I used to. Is it because my job allows me to dress how I want? Shorts and flipflops are the order of the day during the summer. Was it after I left the world of retail, where I had to shave and iron each and every morning? I guess all of these things. Wouldn't it be nice to "get gussied up" more often? Those times when I do, such as tonight, remind me that I can look good, and then of course I can, in turn, feel good too. Well, this seems an obvious path to take, but that requires more work in the mornings, and less time dreaming about zombies. Alas, I will probably save my nicer wardrobe (all 2 pieces of it) for more special occasions, certainly not the endless workdays.