I'm possibly the weirdest person I know...
So when I was little (and partly to this present day), no matter how much certain things were explained to me, I always imagined them to be another way. For instance, as girly as girls get, when I was contemplating getting my nails done for the first time in 6th or 7th grade, someone explained to me what went on. This person said something like this: "First they remove all the skin around your nail, then they file your nails and shape them. They glue on the fake nail and they put this powder on top. Then you're done!"
This is what 12-year-old Emeralda understood: Oh ok, so they yank off the skin (cuticles), that must hurt! They probably take tweezers or something to pull it off. Scared! And then comes the fake nail, like a press-on nail maybe? And they sprinkle powder on top, but what for?
Yeah, if you've ever had acrylic nails, you'd know better. And of course, when I went to get them done I made the big mistake of telling the nail lady "Oh, no, I don't want long nails! I want them short!" I seriously thought she was going to leave them that long...
Even waxing was a fail for me. I figured that you'd get your brows shaped by hand tweezing, and that some sort of waxy substance was put on top of your brows to make them look nice! Hahaha that one was worse, because I totally felt the pain when I got waxed the first time (I was thirteen, and as ghetto as ghetto comes, at someone's house).
I have such a strange way of figuring things out, but you know what? It works for me! I'm okay with my weirdness, because it makes part of who I am!
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