I went this weekend to my salon to get a hair revitalization.
I was not happy with the results. A trim and wave with restyle was what I was supposed to get. A "butchering" is what I received. WAY too short- way too poofy. Even tho it will grow out, I am most certainly not amused.
It's one of the things about this world I do not like.
In Valhalla I always looked picture perfect. Hair never out of place,
face on to perfection, my figure perfect and my wardrobe immaculate.
When I decided to come to spend time on this world, I consented to
taking on human form and all that came with it..... I did not realize
that my hair would become limp and lifeless without certain procedures
being done to it on a regular basis.... I also didn't realize that I
would enjoy human nourishment quite as much as I do. My figure has
become rounder and softer and not at all to Goddess standards. I have
found that I must wear concoctions called "cosmetics" to have the
flawless perfection of skin and the soft red lips and quiet blush on
the cheeks that came with no effort whatsoever. Here, I must "do" and
"pluck" my brows to obtain the perfect arch I was born with in Valhalla.
I see wrinkles and brown "age spots"creeping slowly onto my body-
especially my hands -and can you believe I'm being punished for smiling
with a thing they call "Crow's Feet" which are creases at the corners of
Imagine the absurdity of being punished for laughing and smiling and being happy!!!
This world is a brutal place- especially for Goddesses. The males of this realm, Mere Mortals,
do not seem to fare nearly so badly. They do seem to acquire the
wrinkles and such, but somehow it seems to reward them with better looks
as the aging progresses. Altho the look can in no way, shape, or form
be called Youthfully Handsome- there is a mature ruggedness or at least
they become the epitome of Aged Wisdom.
I suppose there has to be some type of reward for serving their
Goddesses so faithfully all the years on earth tho. It seems it sucks
the life out of Goddesses and breathes it into the Mere Mortals.
It just doesn't seem fair and I'm trying my best to reverse the havoc
this world is wreaking on my body. I'm making small bits of progress,
thru a thing the mortals call "dieting and activity" but there are days
when I contemplate rescinding my consent and returning to the
perfection of my home in Valhalla. I just think of that as a last
resort- someday I will return- and I will have all my perfection and
glory back, but I am determined to see this journey thru to the
end...if it doesn't kill me first.