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|Definately without a doubt it was a new image that was needed for my summer holiday. I was sick and tired of looking like the queen with the same hairstyle for as long as I could remember.
Well that was all about to change as I went on a rampage emptying every shop shelf of every glossy magazine that I could find. That evening all engagements were cancelled with Coroanation St, Emmerdale and Eastenders. Sacrafices had to made as I was on a mission to find the new me.
Settled down for the evening with every brochure and mag at my side, I flicked through every page of every mag not leaving a page unturned. There had to be a style in one of them that was going to help me in my quest in finding my new image.
After a couple of hours, there jumping out at me as plain as day was the most wanting to die for hairstyle you ever did see. This was it with out a doubt, the style that I knew was going to give me my new look.
Returning the next day from the shops armed with hair colouring lotions conditioners scissors etc. I raced up the stairs to the bathroom missing every other step with sheer excitement. Why would I not be excited? tomorrow I was to be a different person. No animosty spared between the old image in the mirror as I said my goodbyes
Smelling like a peroxide skunk I carried on following the instructions on the box. No matter how sweet scented that sachet of conditioner was it was not powerful to rid the odour that lingered, but it was all going to be worthwhile in the end I said to myself as I glanced down for about the hundredth time at the picture in the mag.
Forty minutes was up and it was now time to rinse dry and style.
(Enter the blonde bombshell)
Staring down at the picture in the magazine and back to my reflection in the mirror, told me something was not right Two styles couldnt be any more different.
I followed the instructions as prompted, where could I have gone wrong? I screamed out loud. I will tell you, came a voice from the other side of the bathroom door. It was my husband who on hearing all the fuss decided to check out what was going on. I will tell what is going on I yelled back at him.
After explaining about how I felt about myself I handed him the magazine with the picture of this fabulous hairstyle on this beautiful model. He looked for a long while at the photo and then back at me, repeating this motion many times.
Darling I do not want to upset you he replied, but the reason that you will never have that look is because you do not have that face.
So why not make do with what God gave you. I have made do with what god gave you for 34 years and I still like what I see.
About the author:
Kacy is my name and I am about to take another route in my life, of which I know will be a challenge but what the heck. Life is all about challlenges.
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