The bun of her hair was immaculately done. She put thru her spotless and freshly pressed white uniform. And she picked up her nursing kit and dashed her way out to the waiting taxi.That was some years ago. I don't know if she is to be the last to take nursing from us first degree cousins. Nursing was a boom around late 90's and graduating high schoolers was putting Bachelor of Science as first priority. Because of its demand, universities and colleges required a high aptitude or entrance exam result. Well, she has the lucky structure of a cerebrum, yes, so she got on it and became another Nightingale.
I was born a woman but ended up acting the opposite. Clumsiness and its cousins in the thesaurus is what I am. Finesse goes unsaid and unheard in my world. I preferred oversized tees over fitting blouses. I refused figure-flaterring dresses for loose pants. I would choose a paintless face even being merged with a bin of all-made-up pretties. But I knew I am a woman inside. So are the secret feelings that have silently died. It was only me who knows everything of what-really-is. It was hard shifting to finer moves. Oh graceful me in sweat! I hate being with someone who I cannot see myself. Because to me, gaudiness is parallel to fun. Not long after, I’ve been to stores of pallets. So the smudged me emerged. Little by little, I’ve added garments I thought I can never wear. These changes of seeing ourselves that can improve us.
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