Hair Tie

Here is some advice for you all. Never look into a purse without a woman’s permission. Yes, your mother’s have been telling you this your whole lives, but have you ever known the reason why?Simply because rude rummaging gives her no time to prepare, no time to conceal what lies within the stitches of her purse. Those pockets, deranged tissues, and gloss may expose what she is and what she is not and what she can be and what she desires to be. Simply a button, folded movie tickets, change, and an m&m could reveal her dreams for the future. BUT remember that sweet smooth gloss, mirror, rolled up magazine reveals her swollen self-image, suffocating under what society wants her to be. Her self is panicking under those beautiful, smart eyes, banging with fists against her thorax, ripping and gnashing trying to break the tissue. Emaciated and terrified it now no longer sits and waits to be tamed, it’s teeth chisel into fangs ripping her from the inside. With time Breaking out becomes a pointless priority, now it turns against her. Why do I get glares when I did nothing wrong? What do people want from me? Is this what life is supposed to be? A pointless mess where people just rage at u if u try to be original?if u show love for a higher power? This is what happens when it become too much, the walls no longer are elastic, the nylon is replaced with fishnet exposing the tender, white reality that pressures will always suffocate the air, whipping madly around her, hair cutting her face. Her bag is pandora’s box of mishap and a cry for self redemption. If you cannot resist the urge to peer into the purse, at least pull out a hair tie.