EXTREME MAKEOVER:LIFE EDITION

Yesterday I was looking through some fashion magazines and the thing about me and fashion is that am not that into it,I just enjoy the creative craziness that’s involved in it…to put it bluntly,I don’t read the mag,I just flip through pictures! The section that keeps me glued is the makeover parts,when the before and after pictures of some random strangers become the centre of my critique…especially when you can hardly recognize the person after the makeovers. The clothes,the makeup,the hair…that’s what makes the difference…those tiny bits of detail.

Enough about fashion( am not even into makeup and all that stuff,maybe one day I will but now I would rather keep it au naturel) the page-flipping saga of my day was actually a fruitful one,it got me thinking about those tiny details of my life that if I was to change , I would be able to have my own life makeover.

If I could sum up all that I want to say about life makeovers,these 3 lines would do just that:

Blank pages,story of my life…

Written only to be erased.

From now,no more invisible ink,

Just permanent markers , for a story that sticks.

(Umy)

Like any makeover,the changes may be risky..one minute you are normal and the next you look like some hybrid of a human/ alien….or the outcome might be that you become some beauty queen (or king).So the changes may not be all that positive,but what makes it all worthwhile is how much the changes affect you.

The only difference between a physical makeover and a life makeover is that nothing in life is ever superficial.When life makes you over(whatever that means!) it really changes who you are as a person.A change in wardrobe or looks may not really change the person within, it only changes the colour and shape of the shell covering the person.

Dedicated to a special friend,who loves cartoons!

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