i thought deeply on and off
for several days
about why i seem to care less about myself.
i think it's because i haven't found myself, yet.
a conscious struggle, i suppose.
it doesn't help when your hair is done up
in a way you absolutely HATE.
i feel like my hair does not belong to me.
it belongs to my mother.
so why give it tender loving care,
when i can't do what i please with it?
that doesn't make any sense, now does it?
i guess from there,
the hatred for my hair flows like poison
through my veins
and then i just don't feel like myself. period.
it'd bad enough that i don't know who i am to begin with.
but add the fact that i KNOW i HATE
the way my hair is slicked back
with layers of gel.
*shivers*
i feel like someone else can take care of this body.
because it's certainly not mine.
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