Another day... another Catch 22

Sunday, I got kinda "dolled up". I actually put makeup on (yes, I do own it). My son told me I was pretty. Yesterday, I got dressed, felt I looked nice, did my hair, put on makeup, and went to work. The one person I hoped would notice did not say a thing. He had time to stop and talk with everyone else, but me. So, I guess even though I thought that I felt pretty, obviously no one else thought so. So today, screw it. I didn't put on makeup, I dressed nice and pulled my hair back, but no makeup. After yesterday, makeup wouldn't even help me feel pretty today. I get so frustrated. Maybe I wasn't meant to feel that way. Maybe I wasn't meant to be pretty.