3. Beauty Regime

It's the weekend, now what? It's self-care day, Sunday. I haven't been that beauty conscious so far, which could be the answer to why nothing worked for me. Yet, is beauty that important while considering a person? I find smartness more attractive than appearance. Being hot is OK, but wait! What if you are a dumb-ass with a killer look? Does that make some sense? Alright. Now my Sunday regime is a complete drama. I tend to be the most adorable chick, at least in front of the mirror. My bad. And find me like a baked potato, half tan, full-boiled, medium roasted with bumps. The drama starts with non-brushed teeth and some random shit of face masks. It continues with a series of Halloween makeovers and ends with some new allergens. Glad this adds up to my beauty. All girly kinds of stuff. What are you thinking? I know Men do better regimes than me.

Ah, you may think it's all about me trying hard to impress some random guy and get into some sort of commitment. But that's not what you think. Yes, it is half of it, to be honest. I mean the impressive part and to myself. Not that exciting. Maybe I just spoiled the surprise. Or it never existed. Or it's just self-love and hygiene probably. To make it clear I am focusing on myself, my family, my career, and my peace. Guys are no more interested in me. They have never been. All it was, was with the flow. The feeling and urge for a fairy-tale are just fading away and I am looking forward to more subtle adventures. Ouch! the blade did hurt.