A moment of silence for my flat iron. It died today after four years of loyal service. 
I had an emotionally bond with it. It made me feel pretty. Having straight and shiny hair made me feel much more capable and in control [Ladies, back me up here. You know you've got those little aesthestic triggers too]. And now, it's gone. And my hair is fluffy.
Goodbye, old friend. Thanks for everything.
0 comments on "Goodbye, old friend"
Post a Comment