Reminiscing

I wanted to be a facial model or a fashion model growing up as a kid in southern Nigeria. Or perhaps, I just wanted to be acquainted with Elegance in the truest sense of it.

I'll sit for hours in front of a mirror drooling vaguely about my caramel skin, thanking the Supernatural Being for making me such a rare beauty.

I wished to be in the faces of top magazines portraying products of value.

I wanted to be in front of cameras!

I imagined the flashlights of cameras on my skin and how my smiles will captivate buyers to the products in which my face graced.

I craved to wear elegant dresses and move past people with swaying hips perfect for a size six model. I however didn't want to have anything to do with hair branding. (I've never been a lover of hair, even though I get the "hair is a woman's glory" expression too often ).

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Yesterday, while idling for my Uber driver to pull through, I caught a glimpse of my reflection on a glass window directly opposite me and let my chin move a bit on what I framed a bittersweet smile.

2 years ago, if I hadn't fallen into depression from midlife crises or the world hadn't taken its own share of experiences on me, perchance, I would have fallen into depression from the sight I was beholding in that glass window, My hair neatly cut with a slit as wide as a street with skin pale from Sunrays, lips darkened by Abuja sun and eyes protruding as though they'd fall from it's socket. I looked nothing like the model I had dreamed of! Regardless, I know better now.

Experience taught me!

I didn't have to be that kind of representation to reach out. I'm living my life presently knowing that confidential eyes are scanning and perking up to me, which in a way fascinates me.

What do you remember about childhood?reminiscingbyreeen

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