Today i visited my local beauty parlour for some 'beautification'. As soon as I enter the parlour my mood changes, i am happy, laughing and joking with my sister (mostly because today is my happy day, for no reason).
And then the hard part starts, the waxing and the threading and all that pain. Makes me wonder why? why am i doing this to myself?
After all that jazz my beautician tells me i have become 'darker'...which means i have become more tanned. Obviously, i have no idea how to react to all those kind of things because to me it's normal. I am after all an Indian and my skin is tan, which gets even more tanner during summer. I kind of like it the way it is. But of course to the others i need to put up a sad face and start applying 'fairness creams' sold in Indian markets, only that they don't work, which is an impossible task to explain it to the Indian women/men who drool after fair skin. I don't get it.
Coming out of the parlour i feel polished, how delusional of me, but whatever makes you happy is worth it right?
Speaking of faces, i found this beautiful picture of a Jarawa woman. This picture was not taken by me(it is edited by me, it obviously did not look like this, it was just a normal picture before), i found it in my mother's laptop, which i am using for sometime, i broke mine. My mother is an ophthalmologist and often visits tribal people here in Andaman for eye check-ups and stuff.
But look how beautiful her face is, the angles, the cheekbones! I find the whole picture very dramatic.
And then the hard part starts, the waxing and the threading and all that pain. Makes me wonder why? why am i doing this to myself?
After all that jazz my beautician tells me i have become 'darker'...which means i have become more tanned. Obviously, i have no idea how to react to all those kind of things because to me it's normal. I am after all an Indian and my skin is tan, which gets even more tanner during summer. I kind of like it the way it is. But of course to the others i need to put up a sad face and start applying 'fairness creams' sold in Indian markets, only that they don't work, which is an impossible task to explain it to the Indian women/men who drool after fair skin. I don't get it.
Coming out of the parlour i feel polished, how delusional of me, but whatever makes you happy is worth it right?
Speaking of faces, i found this beautiful picture of a Jarawa woman. This picture was not taken by me(it is edited by me, it obviously did not look like this, it was just a normal picture before), i found it in my mother's laptop, which i am using for sometime, i broke mine. My mother is an ophthalmologist and often visits tribal people here in Andaman for eye check-ups and stuff.
But look how beautiful her face is, the angles, the cheekbones! I find the whole picture very dramatic.
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness. - Leo Tolstoy
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