Undercover

Who I am, when the sun rises above the horizon is real. Then I infuse her with caffeine and the internet’s priority algorithms. Mushroom coffee makes you smarter. That skin cream will take away wrinkles. This app will decide whether we should be bronde or copper. These anti jeans will stretch four ways. Eyebrows are fading, tint and shellac them. Fake eyelashes and inflatable pouts = goals. At the very least, overline those lips. Dressing in your season will change your life. I’m a true autumn. Don’t forget the supplements and that we are starting to resculpt our bodies on Monday. Let’s turn back the years. We can smell younger. Hair perfume and ashwaganda will do it. Get a better job, a better face, a better body, a better mindset. Be better.

But that cream doesn’t make me younger it takes the marketing team out to dinner. God gave me this hair color, how bad can it be? I want to eat that cookie. And that pasta. I can’t afford lashes and filler. I do want to buy all the things. I want that mct supplement that will cure all of my issues. Even my dog deserves that fresh food vacuum sealed in a pouch. His coat would get shiny and his hips wouldn’t hurt. I just can’t afford another thirst trap. There are too many options. I need to practice gratitude. There is retinol night cream on my dresser. My makeup has SPF. My drawers are already full. I might just take a walk, here, where I live in real life. I might sweat and smell like me. I might just be me. As is, roots and all.