#AtoZChallenge : Just the way you are
There is a big event coming up and I’m so excited about it. I’m excited because I’ll get to wear pretty clothes and may be put on some make up. Most of the times I’m plain lazy to actually get dressed up and care about my looks. As long as my hair stays in place and ugly pimples don’t pop on my face, I’m okay with the way I look. No makeup because I’ve got no time for that because I’m lazy. Okay, so what was I saying? Yeah so there’s this event.
The day before the event I lay out my clothes and ensure that I’ve everything that I need. I’m pleased with myself because never before in the history of my life have I ever taken so much care about looking good. Even I’m not sure what has happened to me. Okay, so the thing is I’m going to be the Master of Ceremony for this event. Did you now get why I am so excited?
So morning arrives and with sleepy eyes, I begin to brush my teeth and then when I am washing my face, there is pain as I am washing my forehead. I freak out. Yes, my suspicions are right! There is giant pimple on my forehead. There go my dreams of looking pretty. It is not just that, there will be jokes that will be cracked! My confidence is at an all time low and so is my excitement! I get ready and look at myself in the mirror. All I see is the pimple. Pimples have this uncanny knack of appearing just before an important event- this has happened to me a lot of times. I curse my luck and then leave for office.
“That is a lovely dress that you are wearing. All set for the event today, Alana?” My friend asks me as I’m trying to analyze the pimple situation and see how bad it is. I know nothing can be done. Oh yes, I’ve googled a lot of times and there is no quick fix!
I show her the pimple and I’m almost in tears.
She looks at me for a moment and says, “Come lets fix this!”
Five minutes and she does some magic with my hair which now covers my pimple. My hair which never listens to me now seems like it is obeying her orders. The new hairstyle makes me look better and trust me it has brought back the lost confidence. I don’t how to thank her for it. For the first time in the day, I smile.
“Just do well today and then we’ll go out for an ice cream. Ice cream is on you, okay?”
I nod and then begin to go over my script. Thankfully the event goes on well and I then head out for that ice cream.
But my mind is still thinking about the pimple.
Are looks so important? A tiny little zit can cause so much panic, but it all worth it? None of us is perfect. We all have our flaws. I may have a lot of pimples on my face or my hair may be the frizz capital of the world (a term coined by my friend of course). My teeth may be crooked or my nose may be long. But all those things aren’t so important as who I am from within. And if anything, it is not just the good things about me that make me me, it is these flaws as well. I am beautiful just the way I am. We are all beautiful just the way we are.
I tie my hair back and now the pimple is visible.
“Not worried about the pimple now eh?”, she asks.
“Nope, flaunting my natural bindi”, I say with a laugh!
I’m participating in the A to Z Challenge and all through April I’ll be writing about the Life and Times of a Twenty something! What are you best memories or expectations from your twenties? Let me know in the comments.