I attempted to curl my hair today. In the past I have used curling irons, and other times I’ve rolled my hair in rollers before bed. Last night I tried both. After my shower I took the time to put all of my hair up in rollers before sleeping. That took a total of 45 minutes. Granted I am not experienced, so it took me a bit longer, but I still feel like it was a time-suck and I could have spent it reading my book before bed. I really thought it was going to be worth it when morning came. After I started to take out my rollers this morning, I used a curling iron to just add touches to my ridiculously springy curls. That took me a half an hour. Half the curls did not hold (all were in the back so I looked like I was rocking a mullet). The other half was frizzy and awful. I tried to pin it back, or throw it in a ponytail. Neither would hold my new afro. I almost stuck with pigtails, but I looked far too much like a cocker spaniel. It took me another 20 minutes to tuck all my little pieces into a bun, and pin back all the bits of shorter pieces in the front. Over-all I spent close to two hours trying to do my hair, and I had not even looked at my makeup yet.
I go to a class every Tuesday and Thursday mornings. Almost all the other women (and some men) in my class are always beautiful and put together. I got to thinking, how long do they spend each day doing their hair, putting on makeup, picking out the perfect outfit, and perfecting the “I’m sweet, but I still come off as confident and slightly intimidating” look.
I weigh about 165-170lbs. I hold my weight well, and I seem proportionate. This time last year I was only a few pounds off from being 200 and you could never have been able to tell. I’m definitely not skinny, and If I try to run you can tell I’m not in shape, but overall I’m pretty happy with my body, and I know my boyfriend is too. My skin is not flawless, I have larger pores around my nose, and I break out a little when I have my period. I have large, gorgeous blue eyes, and I hardly ever wear mascara on them. When I do, I feel like a goddess and that I can take on anything life throws at me. Unless it makes me cry, then I’m screwed.
I like how I look, and I wonder how much better I could look if I dolled myself up like the girls I see. When I attempt I turn out more like a clown and have to wash it all off
anyway. But if it takes me two hours to do next to nothing, how long do the pretty girls in class spend to come out the way they do? I wonder if I could have that time to read or take up something good for me, like yoga, or (god forbid) I could exercise a little.