As I was braiding my hair, I noticed how thin it has become. I continued to braid that thinning strand that reached my lower back. But then, I looked up at my body reflected in the mirror and noticed all the cellulite. In that toilet lighting, every dimple was accentuated even more. And just like that, it hit me. The hair was my grandma's and the dimply things were my mom's. Over the years, I worked tirelessly on my beauty, skin, hair, and cellulite. With all the efforts that I've put in, how have I still morphed into my maternal side of the family. I understand genetics are strong but to this extent is kinda annoying. Wonder if I will ever look like a magazine pin-up?
Till we meet again,
Sedeso
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