What the..?!

OKay so I go to the "therapist" today. Mind you this is at the County Mental Health Facility....He decides that I need to change my hair. YEAH! Doesn't he remember that I'M FRIGGIN BROKE? This is why I go to the stinkin County for my mental health care. Great, I get a screamin Queen therapist(which doesn't bother me except......)he is also a hair stylist. Just what I need. I'll be honest, I've let my looks go. I haven't had a haircut in probably 7 months. Do I need one? YES. Do I need a complete makeover? YES Can I afford it? HELL NO! I reminded him that having a new do would entail keeping it up and that would cost M-O-N-E-Y. In all fairness I do look like crap. My hair looks flat and straggley, my skin is dull, I'm overweight, my clothes....well let's not even go there. So why did I end up coming out of there with worse self-esteem than I went in with?(I didn't think that was even possible)
On the upside I got out of his office with a package of Little Debbie's snack cakes! More to come.........