Here are some screenshots. You know what, I don't want a friend that tells me I look like a right dog. Why would anyone consider that being a good friend?
Same here
@SqualorVictoria . My friends are people who lift me up when I'm down, and I hope I do the same for them. During my late wife's illness and all the trials that involved (including botched and careless diagnoses which absolutely shortened her life and caused her to have surgery which led to serious facial disfigurement) - I lost my eyebrows. All of them. I'd always had very strong brows.
By the time my wife died, at home, with me, I looked an absolute state. No brows, weight loss, greying hair (it was previously almost black), which I'd resorted to wearing in pretty much a buzz cut - caring for her and also trying to work, left no time and no inclination for 'self care'.
The fact is I KNEW I looked awful. I didn't need my mates to tell me that. When I was ready (over a year later) to start doing something about it, my mates were supportive. Offered to come to my first microblading appointment with me, talked skincare, hairstyles, came shopping with me. Gently and supportively. Following my lead but making respectful and helpful suggestions.
THAT is what mates do. Doubtless SheHere would have told me to pull myself together and stop letting myself go. I think I might have jumped off a cliff.