Somewhere between a teenager who dressed up for the weekends and an undergrad struggling through uni, I mistook messy hair and too-big tops for effortless when it was just careless.
I once read that the first thing you’ll notice when you’re in L.A. is how white everyone’s smiles are. I never forgot it. Every time I watched a Hollywood film, I made sure to check out how bright their pearly whites are. Pair that with the recent boom in teeth whitening gadgets, I just had to get one for myself.
My fingers love to roam. Tugging on strands of hair and feeling for edges on blankets and pillows… Sometimes they are destructive and I feel nails against my skin, picking and scratching as though I can rub my skin new and smooth. But the more I do it, the worst it gets. It leaves behind scars and wounds. It’s the worst when my hands find my lips. Chapped from neglect and abused by my fingertips.