BODY BEAUTIFUL
It was time.
Time to go through the painful process once again. I cringe every time I think of it. Why was such agony ever invented? Why could I not tap into my reserves of womanly strength and be brave enough to say, “No, this is my body and I decide how I want it to look, and not the rest of the world???”
Since my eyebrows had started to resemble huge, hairy caterpillars taking up permanent residence on my forehead, drastic action was warranted. Hence, dragging my friend “R” along, I embarked on the mission, resolve hardening my heart.
We found the beauty parlor that my friend “R” recommended and we walked in, me with utmost trepidation.
I was asked to lie down on a reclining sofa. Lights blazed overhead and brought back memories of the last time I was in the dentist’s chair getting an impacted molar removed. My attendant was Vietnamese and a slip of a girl (or so I thought at the time!). She ordered me to close my eyes and not move a muscle. We got talking while she was getting various paraphernalia ready and it was then that I realized that my “girl” was a 47-year-old mom of two teenagers.
As she applied hot wax to my forehead, she remarked, “You people computer??” “All Indians engineers, and you people very smart.” Oh indeedy, I felt smart!! Smart enough to come to a torture chamber, get hot wax poured on my head, get hair pulled out by the roots and to actually pay for the privilege.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiipppppp. Owww. I asked myself why I had weakened and given into my vanity yet again. And who invented this exquisite torture? Whoever did certainly did not like women and had most definitely chickened out of experiencing his own invention.
A few more rips and a clean up swipe later, I was free. Free to go out into the world with my head held high, unencumbered by any hirsute monstrosities on my face!!!
Aaah…. the sky was blue, the sun was shining and all was right with my world again.
Time to go through the painful process once again. I cringe every time I think of it. Why was such agony ever invented? Why could I not tap into my reserves of womanly strength and be brave enough to say, “No, this is my body and I decide how I want it to look, and not the rest of the world???”
Since my eyebrows had started to resemble huge, hairy caterpillars taking up permanent residence on my forehead, drastic action was warranted. Hence, dragging my friend “R” along, I embarked on the mission, resolve hardening my heart.
We found the beauty parlor that my friend “R” recommended and we walked in, me with utmost trepidation.
I was asked to lie down on a reclining sofa. Lights blazed overhead and brought back memories of the last time I was in the dentist’s chair getting an impacted molar removed. My attendant was Vietnamese and a slip of a girl (or so I thought at the time!). She ordered me to close my eyes and not move a muscle. We got talking while she was getting various paraphernalia ready and it was then that I realized that my “girl” was a 47-year-old mom of two teenagers.
As she applied hot wax to my forehead, she remarked, “You people computer??” “All Indians engineers, and you people very smart.” Oh indeedy, I felt smart!! Smart enough to come to a torture chamber, get hot wax poured on my head, get hair pulled out by the roots and to actually pay for the privilege.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiipppppp. Owww. I asked myself why I had weakened and given into my vanity yet again. And who invented this exquisite torture? Whoever did certainly did not like women and had most definitely chickened out of experiencing his own invention.
A few more rips and a clean up swipe later, I was free. Free to go out into the world with my head held high, unencumbered by any hirsute monstrosities on my face!!!
Aaah…. the sky was blue, the sun was shining and all was right with my world again.
posted by newatthis at 2:25 PM
5 Comments:
wow that was just too good... hey you know wat,i too wonder at times why is it that its just women have the problem of catterpillar on their forehead!!!
thanks "R". Can you imagine men going through this kind of torture on a regular basis? it needs a brave soul to do that!! the things we women endure to look beautiful!!!!!!
maybe it coz women grow enough hair on their head !!!!!
sure will sudeep, so you can laugh some more!!!
'... enencumbered by any hirsute monstrosities'... brilliant!!! you really have a way of 'weaving' your words in sam... id 'dye' to write as wittily as you... but for now il jus 'part' with being thorougly entertained...
keep up the great writing!! :)
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