Tiny Lashes

I was recently told that I have tiny eyelashes. … So, my first response to that was, “What? Okay, then … Weirdo.” My second response, shortly following that was, “So what? They’re my eyelashes. Why does size matter with EYELASHES!!?”

After some consideration, I realized that the point the was trying to make was that I didn’t do anything to try and extend my eyelashes. No mascara to make them stand out, no creepy stick-on things to make them look abnormally long. They just kind of sit there on my face, minding their own business.

And really, that’s me in a nutshell. I don’t put a whole lot of effort into making myself look different. I am not a beautiful person, I know this, I accept this. I don’t lament this fact, this is just who I am. There are many other ways to describe a person than how they look. I am loud, I am outspoken, I can be angry and hostile, I can be completely and utterly ridiculous. I can flare my nostrils, and I snort when I laugh. I very rarely paint my fingernails, and when I do, I usually end up with wearing off polish that stays like that for about a month. I don’t care a whole lot about my appearance. Not to say that I’m filthy … I am clean. I bathe myself on a regular basis, and contrary to some people’s opinions, I do wash my face. But I don’t spend hundreds upon hundreds of dollars trying to rid myself of my acne. It’s just there. I’m used to it. I don’t slap on perfume - ‘cause I’m allergic to it - and I only wear body spray if I like the smell. I only put on things that I like, because I don’t care about what other people like.

Such as mascara. I don’t like mascara. It makes my eyelashes feel wet, and then I get black marks on my eyelids when I open my eyes too wide. It’s far too much of a hassle.

So, yes … I have tiny eyelashes. If that bothers you, then I guess stop looking at my eyes.