groomed

every so often, i just can't take it anymore. i feel sloppy, haggard. hairy. whether it's my mane or my legs, there comes a time for some serious intervening.

and that time happened to be today.

my hair hadn't been cut in five months, my face swallowed by a bush of curls as a product of neglect. the upper lip hadn't been waxed in three months, forcing a double-take by perplexed passersby. and the legs. don't even ask me when i shaved last. summer or not, i am not one to tame those beasts.

but today, something within me was compelled to say NO! next week marks the beginning of fall, so with the change in season should come a change toward refinement. so i did it. i got my hair cut, and enlivened those sleepy curls. i got my lip waxed, resolving the confusion of man vs woman. and as much as i'd like to say i shaved my legs, i regrettably say this has yet to happen. BUT only because my razor is dull and rusted over.

aah, groomed! how a little attention can spark the flame within! i'm a new woman.