Growth And Stress

I've been growing for my whole life, what with the growth spurts every few years. Now that I'm probably not going to have any more of those, I've felt a little weird when I buy clothes and shoes. I've had to remind myself that I'm not going to grow out of them, so if I don't like them, I'm stuck. I've had to be more careful in my choices.
Lately, however, I've been growing again. Some has been physically, but most has been emotionally and mentally. I'm learning about myself... well, not so much learning as finally being honest with myself. I'm taking the rose-tinted glasses off when I look in the mirror. Some things I'm ok with, others I'm not too proud of. Of course, I have to see and acknowledge myself before I can change anything. What a hard concept for me to have understood just a few weeks ago.

I'm also losing my hair, as the stylist pointed out when I got it cut. "You have bald spot here, you know? Stress?" I was flabbergasted. My body is going through so much stress that, as a friend put it, it's a wonder I haven't started smoking. Until he said it, I hadn't even thought about picking up a "stress-relief" habit like that. Now, of course, it's been on my mind. Cigarettes? No, I still remember that lung I saw with RSM. Chocolate? No, if I start eating more than I do now I'll blow up like a balloon, and I'm big enough already. Same thing with any other food. Crochet is starting to wear me out. I need to make more Etsy sales (I made butterfly pins!) so I can get rid of some of this stuff before I make more.
Happy Thanksgiving!