My morning ritual is minimal. Today as I got out of the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror and literally could not care less. Its too hot to care, and I am working in a slum. Aside from dressing culturally appropriate, I do not care what I look like. To be honest, I am more concerned with how I smell.
So this morning I put on some deodorant and mosquito repellant (its actually borerline too hot for mosquito repellant) and walked out the door.
When we arrived to the GRC there was 12 inches of water covering the dirt road that had turned everything into think mud. Kids were walking in it barefoot. Motorbikes were trudging through. Everything was going on as normal. The community was constructing a water pump up the road.
We had some tea upon arrival and discussed our respective days. The plan for Yizhe and I was to sit in on the various vocational training programs the GRC hosts through out the day. The first program was "beauticulture." This is a 6 months program that provides women with a certificate upon completion.
The group wanted to paint our nails. So we obliged. Then, I lost all control over the situation. They asked to do my makeup and I said "ok." I have never had my makeup done for me. Ever.
As several women looked on, I was all dolled up. Complete with bindi and dark lipliner.
For twenty minutes, I felt like how she must have felt:
By the way, Googling "Barbie heads" was a creepy search.
Once my transformation was complete, I was was placed into some dynamic poses and voilà.
Yes, I am blushing under that hot pink rouge. And yes, this is the third funniest photo I have ever seen of myself. No, you cannot see the other two.
So this morning I put on some deodorant and mosquito repellant (its actually borerline too hot for mosquito repellant) and walked out the door.
When we arrived to the GRC there was 12 inches of water covering the dirt road that had turned everything into think mud. Kids were walking in it barefoot. Motorbikes were trudging through. Everything was going on as normal. The community was constructing a water pump up the road.
We had some tea upon arrival and discussed our respective days. The plan for Yizhe and I was to sit in on the various vocational training programs the GRC hosts through out the day. The first program was "beauticulture." This is a 6 months program that provides women with a certificate upon completion.
The group wanted to paint our nails. So we obliged. Then, I lost all control over the situation. They asked to do my makeup and I said "ok." I have never had my makeup done for me. Ever.
As several women looked on, I was all dolled up. Complete with bindi and dark lipliner.
For twenty minutes, I felt like how she must have felt:
By the way, Googling "Barbie heads" was a creepy search.
Once my transformation was complete, I was was placed into some dynamic poses and voilà.
Yes, I am blushing under that hot pink rouge. And yes, this is the third funniest photo I have ever seen of myself. No, you cannot see the other two.
hahaha you almost tebowed it. That is AWESOME. Lookin good ;)
ReplyDeleteRoopa was telling me about all the flood yesterday. Looks nasty!
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