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a day in life of an unsexy

College was different, Everybody wore a uniform, did hair in a braid or a ponytail and northstar keds in their feet. Although we used to complain about how tacky we looked every morning going to class, never had we thought how easy that look was to pull off. We didn't have to worry about matching things to things. It wasn't a competition to look pretty or presentable. Everyone was wearing the same old outfit everyday. Morning wasn't a haste. You climb outta bed, put on a uniform, toss your hair back in a ponytail, put your shoes on wearing last night's socks or without any socks, no one wasn't gonna notice anyway. You didn't have to think about which shade of lipstick you should wear today or make a mess of trying winged eyeliner or it wouldn't even matter if you forget wearing deodorant, at the end of the day you were going to smell anyway and other people would too.

Now I feel that, being in university takes a lot of effort. I have to fix an outfit the night before and iron it wisely, so I can sleep extra minutes in the morning, comb my hair, make it behave which I fail making it do everyday, apply at least something in my lip. Or else it's going to look too pale. Funny how every morning when I walk down that hallway, I feel unsexy. I look like I am in my bed hair when I have combed it like couple of times. When I enter the class, I see girls wearing cute short tank tops without any orna hanging down their chest, eye bags concealed, hair straightened and dyed, eyebrows on sleek, matte color shade in their lips, many alluring features they present. I feel so unsexy around them. I miss my college days when even if I looked ugly I didn't care.

And one thing I loathe passionately. Having to wear glasses all time. Because I can't see literally anything. Everything goes like instagram blurring effect.

But when I come home, take off my clothes and just leave the bra on, I feel like a victoria's secret model. And nobody gets to see that side of me.













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