I am purple glitter cascading onto white marble swirls;

I am frizzy, puffy curls in a flat iron world.

I am amethyst toe rings wiggling across a pedicured floor;

I am snorting laughter during Robert’s Rules.

I am fake eyelashes and black eyeliner in a prosaic coif;

I am improper and awkward.

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