If you have a vagina, the struggle is too real to put into words. But here I am, over-achieving and shit. Where should I start?
I want to relate to Beyonce and say that I woke up like this.
But I didn't. When I roll out of bed, it goessorta like this:
I want to relate to Beyonce and say that I woke up like this.
But I didn't. When I roll out of bed, it goes
(Maybe)
We're allowed to be bitchy, right? That's our species?
I take the towel off my head. Spend a half hour trying to make my mane look effortlessly fabulous, Except it wasn't done effortlessly. If it rains or one person even thinks about touching it, I'm going to scream.
Why won't that one strand cooperate? Is that a gray hair? My split end shampoo clearly isn't working.
Fuck it. I'm wearing a hat.
I can't make this up.
These are the "simple" basics of an everyday routine. Being a bitch is hard, ya'll .
My point in this story is not that I should try hard to be the picture perfect lady I'm capable of being, but that not all ratchets are bad. Mwuahaha . :)
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