Snowballin'

Nothin’ but a cup of re-heated hot chocolate in my stomach; it would be coffee, but I had to finish the hot chocolate from before. I didn’t make until about seven in the morning and it was too hot to drink so I ended up falling asleep for two and a half hours. I woke up, oddly rejuvenated, but I know I’m going to crash later, and I’m going to crash hard.




I have a head ache, and as much as I try not to think about it; it still pounds at my temples. I don’t want to take any Advil; I don’t want to take anymore drugs. I have a feeling I’m going to be put on Antibiotics again, and as I think about this, I can’t help wishing I could cut my face off.



Why so serious?



As I run my fingers; the nails bitten down the point where it hurts to touch; the pads run over a small amount of brisling hairs. They were growing back with vengeance after being plucked. There are some on my neck too, but you can’t notice them because they’re so few and far between. I’m glad for that, but I still wish they weren’t there.



I remember when I first noticed the hair on my chiny-chin-chin, or rather when my father bluntly pointed it out to me at the kitchen table. It was in grade eleven and I had just started shaving my arm hair because a boy at school called me hairy.



Well, in exact words he said; “you would be pretty, if you weren’t so hairy”



Nice right?



So now I make it a point to shave nearly everywhere on my body... and by that I mean thing but my hair and eye brows. I don’t want to go all Brittany Spears on people. The extract places to shave equal longer showers, longer showers equals an unhappy house hold, an up happy house hold equals me getting teased, me getting tease causes me to drink whenever I’m out of the house (which only adds up to about three times a month), and those bits of drinking (because my family never drinks) leads me to be called an alcoholic when I’m clearly NOT. See how that snowballs?



All because of one (or two) little comments.