The first ray of sunlight peeks in from that crevice between your curtain and the window, and falls right on your face. (Not usually as good as it's described). It bothers your right eye, and you know the world's awake, you know you need to be awake, you give that smile like you know only peace and push aside the blanket and walk to the bathroom. Rub rub rub, cleanse cleanse cleanse, and you try to look at yourself in the mirror above the basin before you even look for the toothbrush.
You expect a pretty face to greet you a pleasant morning, but your hair has been planning diffferent. It sticks to your face like it was never a part of you. It hugs you like you're it's mommy, and refuses to give you the charm you expected. Happens. Often happnes. Aand, your day is ruined. The smile is gone, the expectation of looking like a pretty disney princess is to be washed down the basin. Now.
How about another day. You're again on your bed with the comforter pulled up over you. Again that ray of light peeps in, and tries to make you feel morning-ish. But, argh, you we having a good dream, and the mingling and friendly beam made you miss the part when you were just going to announced as MIss World. It stole away the moment. THE GORGEOUS MOMENT!
You throw away the comforter and slip into your moccasins. Wobbling till your bathroom, again you stand in front of the mirror, this time gtabbing your toothbrush first. You apply the toothpaste and look at the mirror. But the brushing slows down. You have seen a miracle. The dream was maybe true! You could be Miss World, you've got that kind of hair. Yo babyy, it's time to walk the ramp. And the feeling of losing everything is now that of being the charmer! It's time to dangle. Now.
And you think your hair is lifeless? You wash it and condition it one day, and the next day it's like haystack. And you let it be oily, and the next day you know you're a fashionista. There are days when the clip fits in just right and days when hours of patient trying won't get the band up right. It's hair- nature!
The boring days come up when nothing excites you enough. They're how you expect them to be. Lifeless or flawless? So let go your hair, let it have it's mood swings. Let hair mingle with your face or let it float away. Nothing is interesting when perfect. Gove your hair the space, let is have it's mood swings.
The whole article was written without much involvement of logic. It was a sheer piece of fun and feeling. Cheers to that!
You expect a pretty face to greet you a pleasant morning, but your hair has been planning diffferent. It sticks to your face like it was never a part of you. It hugs you like you're it's mommy, and refuses to give you the charm you expected. Happens. Often happnes. Aand, your day is ruined. The smile is gone, the expectation of looking like a pretty disney princess is to be washed down the basin. Now.
How about another day. You're again on your bed with the comforter pulled up over you. Again that ray of light peeps in, and tries to make you feel morning-ish. But, argh, you we having a good dream, and the mingling and friendly beam made you miss the part when you were just going to announced as MIss World. It stole away the moment. THE GORGEOUS MOMENT!
You throw away the comforter and slip into your moccasins. Wobbling till your bathroom, again you stand in front of the mirror, this time gtabbing your toothbrush first. You apply the toothpaste and look at the mirror. But the brushing slows down. You have seen a miracle. The dream was maybe true! You could be Miss World, you've got that kind of hair. Yo babyy, it's time to walk the ramp. And the feeling of losing everything is now that of being the charmer! It's time to dangle. Now.
And you think your hair is lifeless? You wash it and condition it one day, and the next day it's like haystack. And you let it be oily, and the next day you know you're a fashionista. There are days when the clip fits in just right and days when hours of patient trying won't get the band up right. It's hair- nature!
The boring days come up when nothing excites you enough. They're how you expect them to be. Lifeless or flawless? So let go your hair, let it have it's mood swings. Let hair mingle with your face or let it float away. Nothing is interesting when perfect. Gove your hair the space, let is have it's mood swings.
The whole article was written without much involvement of logic. It was a sheer piece of fun and feeling. Cheers to that!
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