I was blessed for not having a lot of body hair (that explains my fine hair as well as my Mona Lisa eye brows ). However, that did not exempt me from having hair on my underarms.
I light this half-burned red candle. I watch its flame flicker against the breeze. “Am I meeting you now?” I mumbled softly.
The age that defines the young and old. It seems to be that dreaded age that you need everything to be figured out. Hence, the pressure is on when you hit your mid-twenties. Despite these seemingly unattractive bits, there are things that thirty-something are certainly grateful for.