It was either the scissors or the bottle of bleach.
I chose the scissors and it turned into a form of liberation. An emancipation day significant freedom.
It was more than letting the hair go but a shedding of the shackled weight, which was slowly suffocating.
My nostrils of life are slowly allowing in oxygen. Thumbelina is pushing through.
“All have been, or at least all have believed themselves to be, in danger from the pursuit of someone whom they wished to avoid; and all have been anxious for the attentions of someone whom they wished to please.” Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
You read the above quote and you moaned, laughed or grinned. Be honest. I remember reading an inspirational note on Facebook a long time ago [yes Facebook]. I will try to summarize it as close to the original post as possible.
It said: “Lying to someone is wrong and sad but lying to yourself is an absolute tragedy.”
Therefore, I aim to speak the truth and nothing but the truth in this matter of the heart.
Jane Austen scribbled the above quote in the 18th century but it is applicable for all humans in the 21st century and it will stay true in the 30th century. One moment we are running away in fright from someone who dote on us. You may murmur in frustration:
“Will you please stop calling and texting me?”
“What is wrong with him/her, what part of leave me alone will he/she not understands?”
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