I was a happy little kid who hardly ever bothered about dressing up for the world. I wasn’t given a memo and suddenly the world expected me to doll up. The first streak of free and unsolicited advice came from my parlour aunty.
This happens every time I visit her for the occasional eyebrow plucking because unibrow ain't that welcome for any function. She says the same set of dialogues and she just won't give up. From politely asking about my acne issues, she goes on to tell me on how I might miss out on getting a nice and good looking husband in future, only because I was stingy and did not get a cleanup or made myself go through the regular horror of hot waxing. I wish the world understand that a few of us do not care about the superficial notion of beauty and make-believe fashion, and our kind is not extinct yet.
This happens every time I visit her for the occasional eyebrow plucking because unibrow ain't that welcome for any function. She says the same set of dialogues and she just won't give up. From politely asking about my acne issues, she goes on to tell me on how I might miss out on getting a nice and good looking husband in future, only because I was stingy and did not get a cleanup or made myself go through the regular horror of hot waxing. I wish the world understand that a few of us do not care about the superficial notion of beauty and make-believe fashion, and our kind is not extinct yet.
Do you feel the same too? Would you say #metoo?
In my head, I have no frocks to give but I walk out thanking her, until the next time.
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