I’ve been hard at a title for this post and something to talk about for two days. Up until five minutes ago, I had no idea what I was going to write. I knew it needed to coincide with my outfit, but I knew I didn’t want to fabricate anything.
I searched for local events I could pretend I’d been at or that I was excited about going to. I came up empty. None of them were me, and I suppose that’s the most accurate statement I could ever make.
In that moment, I had to sit back in frustration for a bit, but not for too long.
I saw this meme a few weeks ago, and how I remembered it tonight, at 3:00 am, is insane to me. It said, “I’m old school. I wake up with my eyebrows already on my face”.
And then and there, I found what I wanted to talk about.
I wake up everyday, manage to function throughout the entirety of it, with only the hair that grows from my head, the brows that I was born with, and the lips that the good Lord above saw fit to give me.
I’m not saying I haven’t tried, but I strait up looked like Hitler when I attempted to fill my eyebrows in the first time. And the twelfth. It was a good laugh, though.
I made (well, my mom made) me “Big Texas Hair” once, it took quite some time. Also, my face is so small and round, I looked absolutely ridiculous. My hair looked fabulous though!
I’ve watched countless Youtube makeup tutorials on how to do my lips to make them look bigger. I’m not sure if I’m doing something wrong, but at this point, I’m 99.97% sure I am because I come out looking like RuPaul every time. But let’s be real, ain’t nothing cute about your mouth looking like you’ve got a butthole for lips because you paid your small town surgeons mortgage to look like a Kardashian.
While I understand that the world we live in is a very visual one, I, too, fall victim to that every day. I can’t help but think that there’s still room for the girl next door.
Photography by Ryan Sherrod