Everybody was giving me regretful glances. Yes,
it was 40 °C (Americans, Burmese, Liberians, and so on, Google it), midday, and
I was walking down the city in a black dress. What they didn’t know was that
the dress was wet. Not because of me sweating. In the morning, I was trying to
wash a white smear from my top– yep, Rexona has been lying. Unfortunately, I
grabbed this dress instead and washed it. I had an appointment set at 11:30 at
the dentist’s and it was 10:20 so I had to leave quickly and, since I am a
person who thinks a lot about their clothes and outfit, I had to wear the damp,
black dress because no other colour or shape would suit my navy blue bag and
shoes.
As I was walking there, I was
thinking about what makes people wear white, tight-fitting skirts and dark,
lace underwear. Yes, I’m referring to you, lady in your forties who was at the
dentist’s as well, this morning.
Nothing really came to my mind.
The lady was apparently feeling uncomfortable, as she kept pulling her skirt
down, smoothing it and tugging her blouse so that it would drape her butt
(which looked surprisingly good for her age). So, hopefully, she’s taken the
terrible knickers off.
Another thought that crossed my
mind today– why do people undergo plastic surgeries of their nose AND lips?
(Don’t ask how this came to my mind.) Don’t do it unless you already look like
you’ve done it. It’s very eye-catching– in the worse sense, of course and
regretfully. I’m not disapproving of plastic surgeries; I’m actually glad if it
makes people happier and look better– not different, just better. Most of you
already know what I mean. If your nose is too big or deformed and you don’t
like it, go and have it operated. However, if you yearn to have a nose like
Keira Knightley and your nose is perfectly OK, don’t do it. I’m not threatening
in any way, but I’m being utterly and deadly
serious.
love & peace
Ciray
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