𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄 / 𝙎𝘽

002 Neva That

— 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗡'𝗔 , Detroit Michigan

May 8th 11:36

"𝙄 𝘼𝙈 𝙄𝙉 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙔𝙊𝙐, 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙀𝙏 𝙈𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙀" I sang my heart out along to Dangerously In Love the just Beyonce version, as I retouched my silk press with my flat iron bobbing my head back an forth.

"Fish tail or bun?" I mull over, setting my flat iron down on the table. Amidst the array of perfumes, I search for the right one to match the vibe I'm aiming for. "And I know you love me, love me for who I am, 'cause years before I became who I am, baby you were my man," I sing softly to myself as I rummage through the scents. With a groan, I grab the nearly empty rectangular perfume bottle. "Ouu baby, I need some more of you," I murmur to myself, pressing down onto the nozzle.

As the perfume dispersed from the bottle, a velvety cloud of creamy caramelized vanilla unfolded around me, like stepping into a warm bakery on a winter's day. The scent was rich and inviting, with layers of sweetness that danced in the air, reminiscent of golden caramel melting over smooth, fragrant vanilla pods. Each spray released a wave of warmth, wrapping me in a cozy cocoon of indulgence. It was as if I had been transported to a rustic cabin in the woods, surrounded by the comforting aroma of freshly baked treats and crackling fires.

This is literally my favorite perfume ever, like it's literally my go to scent, I grabbed my palmers cocoa body oil and basically drowned my arms and legs in it.

"A bitch looks like a glazed damn donut.." I say referring to my face, since I just finished my nighttime skincare routine, I sigh as I put the top back on my perfume and put it back with the rest of my perfumes.

As I sat before the mirror, I took a moment to study my reflection, running my finger lightly over my freshly done eyelashes. With a soft sigh, I opened the drawer of my vanity, its contents a treasure trove of memories. Among the clutter, I found my trusty rat tail comb, its worn edges a testament to years of use.

As I sifted through the drawer, my fingers brushed against something cold and smooth. Pulling it out, I felt a rush of nostalgia flood over me. It was the gold claw clip my dad had gifted me during our unforgettable trip to Dubai. I remembered the moment vividly – the excitement of exploring a new city, the thrill of passing by gleaming jewelry stores.

In that fleeting instant, I was transported back to the bustling streets of Dubai, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and the sound of laughter echoing in the air. It was a memory etched into my mind, a reminder of cherished moments spent with loved ones.

With a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, I carefully secured the clip in my hair, each delicate movement a tribute to the memories it held. As I gazed at my reflection once more, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over me, knowing that amidst the chaos of life, there were moments like these – simple, nostalgic, and comforting.

I dropped the comb and clip onto the vanity as I ran my hand through my hair admiring myself in the mirror "Too fine" I mumble. 

After about ten minutes of mindlessly scrolling through my For You page on TikTok and sipping on an Arizona green tea – seriously, those things are addictive – I finally mustered the motivation to do something with my hair.

I decided to style it into a fishtail braid. Carefully gathering sections from each side of my head, I began intertwining them, fingers moving with practiced ease. With each twist, the braid took shape, the sleek strands weaving together in a mesmerizing pattern. I made sure to keep the tension just right, ensuring the braid was neat and tidy. Finally, as I secured the end with an elastic band, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the elegant hairstyle I had created.