Every morning
I wake up at five.
Sometimes it’s light
But most of the times, it’s dark.
Even if I wish for more sleep,
I need to get ready.
So, I drag myself out of bed
And force my way into the bathroom.
I switch on the lights
And brightness blinds me.
I take a few minutes to readjust
Just before I nearly fall asleep again.
I remove my contacts.
After years of wearing glasses,
I needed to revamp my style.
I wash my face and brush my teeth.
I grab my face cleanser
And remove as much of the bad stuff
As possible!
I rinse my mouth with mouthwash
And then do one of the most dreaded tasks.
Fixing my brows and removing
Any unnecessary hair on my face.
As I pluck away,
The pain begins to build.
The stinging sensation increases
And sometimes, it bleeds.
Is the pain worth it?
I apply moisturiser
After splashing my face once again.
I brush out my long, luscious hair
And pull it up into something presentable.
I get dressed in an outfit
That makes me feel “good” and blend in.
But I always wonder something when I leave.
Is the pain worth it?
