I got a haircut, my first since the pandemic began. And these are the conversations I have with my mirror.
Lockdown necessitated home haircuts. But it feels like surrendering hope. And atop my head, there is mayhem. What hairy sorcery is this?
Do you remember when beauty was joy? Shiny objects, pretty colours, soft textures, nice smells. Everything was beautiful. I remember being so thrilled at the very sight of a brand-new pack of sketch pens. The symmetry of each pen, identical but in different colours. The uniform ridges on the white…
Why is a selfie taker shamed so much?
Alter who you think you are. Who is that? Find out and your skin will fit.
I’m a vain peacock in the most obvious way possible.
I love my hair.
I don’t really get what the problem with selfies is. I remember a time when people would keep handing their camera over to others and asking them to shoot their pictures. That was really annoying. Selfies put people in charge of their own vanity. Also, vanity. It’s defined as ‘Excessive…
Man getting ready for night out:
A short story about the fads of belief and authenticity and the law. And uh, beauty.
Selena’s best friend was her mirror. She began her day with it and it was the last thing she looked at, before she turned off her lights. Her mirror showed clear skin pulled taut over large, dark eyes, that topped a straight, defined nose, which led down to perfect Cupid’s…