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All morning, I\u2019ve been thinking back to the girl I was in junior high and high school. I was a little bit hopeless. While my friends could execute the eleborately sculpted hairstyles of the 80s and 90s, and perfectly swipe on the latest make-up trends, I couldn\u2019t. I wanted to, but I always ended up looking as if I\u2019d gotten ready in a very dark room. I would slide back to my comfortable default of tomboy, and hang out there.<\/p>\n

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As a young mom, my go-to look became either a naked face and simple ponytail, or the bare minimum of mascara and lipgloss. I wanted to look pulled together, but it was really a lot more work than I was willing to do.\u00a0Which makes mornings like this amusing and a little sad to me.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n

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In the time since Ella\u2019s arthritis journey began, I\u2019ve become an expert with a flat iron. I\u2019ve learned more than I ever wanted to know about the nuances of eyeshadow, and have debated the merits of different mascara brands. My jewelry box overflows with accessories, a far cry from the few funky pieces I once owned and loved.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Part of my transformation is due to maturity and the influence of one very style savvy friend, but more so to the quest for credibility.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Two years ago in a rheumatologist\u2019s office, I realized that my intelligence is tied into the perfection of my eyeliner. The more put-together I look, the more seriously medical professionals take what I have to say. My naked face makes me invisible, while a full face of make-up makes me worthy of being heard. It\u2019s a game of perception.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Which means that I was up an extra hour early this morning. An extra dose of conditioner to make my hair shine, a fresh coat of laquer on my nails, and just the right amount of perfume are how I arm myself for battle. I take a few deep breaths and practice speaking in lower and slower tones than my usual rabid squirrel. I\u2019m calm, cool, and in charge; and I have to sound that way. There can be no trace of my ADD this morning. Experts don\u2019t chatter in fast-forward.<\/span><\/div>\n

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Authority figures are perfection. That\u2019s what I\u2019ve learned in the past two years.<\/span><\/div>\n

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If all the world is a stage, and we are merely players, I\u2019m playing my part today. I\u2019ve painted on the mask of rational and reasonable motherhood. I put on my visible intelligence along with my jewelry. I spritzed on confidence along with my perfume. It\u2019s an act, a carefully fashioned persona. It\u2019s ridiculous and maddening, and dead necessary.<\/font><\/div>\n

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One last check in the mirror, and a final tug at the shape wear that\u2019s smoothing out my imperfections. My two year old pats my leg and smiles up at me, \u201cPretty mama\u201d comes from behind her paci. And I know I\u2019m done.<\/font><\/div>\n

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The flawless image of calm perfection this morning is all part of a absurd game, but it\u2019s the most important one I\u2019ll ever play. I didn\u2019t make the rules, but I\u2019ve \u00a0learned how to play by them, and I\u2019m going to win.<\/font><\/div>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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