BEAUTY IS PAIN.



You see that thing they say about facing your fears, omor, today I tried it. Well, make I nor sha catch the person wen quote am, because blood go flow. 

I decided to make my hair for the first time since forever to empowered camp tomorrow, plus the plenty pressure from friends. After much motivation I did attempt the suicide of sitting down for several hours for someone to twist and bend my hair. 

Honest to God, it was hell!!!
I tried really hard to not cry but then the pain was too much. Good thing I didn't visit a saloon(I for chop knock tire), my neighbor was frustrated as I kept screaming each time she held the hair. 

I knew it would be very painful given the nature of my hair and soft scalp, but none of my imagination could meet the reality of how the pain was. Even as I write this down, I'm still in the endless torture of coping with the pain. 

Next time someone tells me I can do it, I will just dash the person slap. The final product of the hair is really fine, but the pain didn't seem fair, though it was. Even after the hair was done, the pain still resided. 

This brought me to thinking about the different fine hairstyle I use to admire, as I thought of the pain ehn, it made sense. The beauty demands not just your money, but your time and energy as it will also cost you so much pain. 

I really would've given up before the hair was made, but I had already programmed my mind that it was a necessity. 

Dearest reader, that beauty, that glamour, that prize or award that you seek will cost you. It will cost you more than your money, the process to attain it will kill you in fact, but you must survive it via crossing your heart. 

Today I understood that determination will not ease the pain and facing your fears isn't a joke. 


@favvy_Okwansđź–¤

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