I cut a fringe to hide my frown lines
I hate my frown lines but I love myself
– no –
I hate myself but love my frown-lines
– no –
I love my frown-lines and myself but
I don’t like how they look in the mirror
– no –
I cut a fringe because I cannot afford botox
– no –
I don’t want to inject myself with poison
– but –
I really don’t want to see
those frown-lines staring back at me
and so
a fringe I cut.
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Written for dVerse
Lisa is hosting dVerse poetics, and she has asked us to write about edges, or fringes. This got me thinking about cutting my hair into a fringe. I had one as a teenager but I hated it because my hair was too thick and curly, so I grew it out and wore my hair in a side-parting. Then these very marked frown lines started to appear on my forehead (I guess because I’m quite a serious person) until in the end I just didn’t want to look at them any more. It was either botox or a fringe, so I took the less drastic option.
I have written about self-acceptance, and it’s a wonderful thing, but sometimes it’s easier said than done. This is the kind of nonsense that goes on in my head as I journey towards self-acceptance. The photo is not me, but I rather like the hairstyle…