Thursday, 28 February 2013

What a drag...

Gravity is a stalker. It knows your every step, it brushes up against you on the bus, it’s always in the background watching you from afar. It lulls you into a false sense of security by allowing you to believe that it’s harmless, even helpful. It effects you bit by bit, ever so slowly gripping and pulling and tugging at your knees, your boobs and your cheekbones until you find yourself readjusting yourself through squinted eyes in the bathroom mirror, trying to recreate what it all used to look like. By the time you notice the ads for botox it’s all too late. Take heed fair maidens… if you just found your first coarse hair growing out of your neck, it’s the least of your worries!

What do you see when you look in the mirror?

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