Dear Dark Circles
Dear dark circles,
I have a secret to tell you…I mean, it’s not one you don’t already know, but I don’t think you know how strongly I feel about you. I have been trying to eliminate you for as long as I can remember. That’s right. I want you to stop existing, caput. Gone. But somehow you seem to be a persistent part of me that refuses to leave me. I remember how red, and blue, and grey you got when I tried that cream to bleach you and you decide to be allergic to it and really stand out. People stopped me in the streets asking me if I was ok. Thank you, that was unwanted attention I didn’t need that day, but you managed to provide it for me.
Other times though, I feel you talk to me in your own particular way, like those times I spent the night over thinking things that I shouldn’t care about or times when I was crying and you were there to remind me that if I keep crying you are going to turn red or even blue. What an emotional piece of skin you are! You are just like me! …And this is how I have a moment of realization: an understanding of my relationship with you.
Oh my dear dark circles, I love how you talk to me, even if I try to cover, mutilate and bleach you. I love that you show my flaws, my darkest feelings, my sadness. You are the part of me that expresses all that I don’t want the world to see of me. You make my beauty perfect. You make me human. I really love you.
Photo Cred. Ronnie Khalil