five thousand shades of blue
Tuesday, March 13, 2001
It's weird. I like to think of myself as a pretty modern, liberated woman. I look at
Vogue and
Cosmopolitan and not only scoff at the ludicrous stuff they call "fashion", but I feel a sort of pity for the rail thin models, the extremely rare type chosen by The Powers That Be as the Modern Ideal Woman (*coughcoughUNREALISTICcoughcough*).
But ohhhhh, the fulfillment I get just from touching up my hair. I don't colour it radically different from my natural colour -- but when it's gone too long it starts to look like it's always dirty, even when it's not. I did this last night and looking at myself in the mirror this morning, I felt strangely satisfied and somehow whole again.
Really, it's not hypocritical. :)
is
this just not enough…?
