Journal #4

Prompt: Did You Think You’d Be Here?

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A Question for You

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

What do you think you’re doing?

Who I See

I would look in the mirror and see a slew of different things. Curls that run rampant, tickling the underside of my tanned chin. The ends are blonde, a spur-of-the-moment choice made to kill the lower part of my hair follicles. It was a look I’d done often in high school, and one I wanted to pick up again in adulthood. Many praised the color, pointing and smiling, some I could see the humor or judgement that danced behind their eyes; humor and judgement I chose to ignore because in my own dark browns, the color of a rich chocolate that morphed to caramel in the light, I looked at the short style in appreciation and awe.

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