This morning, I thought of applying concealer to hide the dark circles under my eyes brought about by sleepless nights.
I put on some of the brown liquid on the dark circles and used my fingers to dab the concealer. It did make a difference but I wasn’t very sure if it was for the good or the worse.
I didn’t look normal. Without the dark circles my face looked puffy, and, not very me.
I was having a tough time lately and yes you may ask, again? I always had. And I will always do. It’s part of life I guess.
And while having a tough time, I was told to grow up and stop whining and crying like a child. The statement was like an extra punch when you are already beaten to a pulp. It was like a tidal wave after an earthquake. Sometimes the world doesn’t give us a chance to recover before giving us another blow.
Whining and crying is the ugly side of me. I get mad and cry at small things, my temper is still quite short. I whine a lot. These are the dark spots that I want to conceal but when I try to, it just doesn’t feel normal at all.
I can’t conceal my grumpy heart with a bright smile on my face just to be a verified grown up. If growing up means being able to hold the tears or putting up a calm face while dying deep down inside, then I guess I will never grow up.
My dark spots are small parts that makes me whole. Shall I try to conceal them?
featured image, not mine