Pkchukiss - Reality Wine

This morning, I woke up stifling a yawn. The air was still in the room since we had the fans switched off the night before. I know that 28 degrees (celcius!) is an uncomfortably warm weather for the temperate-acclimatised, but I enjoyed curling up with my bolster in the relief from the usually harsh tropical sun.

Reluctant to get up, I scratched at some non-public hair, and came away with a disturbing clump. I bolted up straight, and stared at the unkempt bunch I had in my hands. I seriously considered screaming despite there being no pain, but decided not to wake up the house, since it was such a cozy Saturday. There was no sign of hair on the pillow, and I heaved a sigh of relief. I don’t really mind losing some of the discomfort down below, since they get itchy once in while. Shaving it off would at least postpone the irritation, if not remove it. A camp mate whom I shared a bunk with did once introduce me to his epilator - a device that pulls hair out of the unsightly parts of the body.

“Pull it all out, and get the satisfaction of getting rid of the itch!”

“Does it hurt?” I quizzed.

“OF COURSE IT DOES! I screamed the first time I used it!”

I prefer the blade approach better, thank you very much. The dark mass atop my head was very much intact, though it looked like unkempt grass. The front curled disturbingly; I spent a few years trying to get the front to straighten like the rest of my hair, but the natural remedies were all spent: every time I look in a mirror, the curls up front mocked my attempts to tame the wild beast on Monday mornings.

Time to break out the ingenuity of humanity: re-bonding! Though I am not sure what it entails, the expensive treatment promises to make hair toe a line so straight, they look like a broom. It is hard to understand how I withstood all those years with unprofessional hair, I had a relatively dented ego back from my secondary school days when my classmates would ridicule me for my unusual crop - even if rebonding doesn’t cure the problem, I hope that it will at least bring me better confidence.

I want to thank my friends for having accepted me for what I am, not judging me by my appearance. Even though I don’t look very ugly with the curl, it looks a little disconcerting, but they have looked past the defect and kept me through the darkest age of my school and army life. Not only did they ignore the fact that I was too fat to have a friend, they kept me in the circle whereas others kept me for bully fodder.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

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