bastard1111 @bastard1111
I'll never forget the day I first saw my reflection in the mirror. I was a young girl, no more than ten years old, and I was wearing a beautiful lace veil over my hair. My mom had bought it for me on our last trip to Italy, where she's from. I remember feeling so elegant and sophisticated as I looked at myself. My skin was clear and smooth back then, and my thick lips were always rosy from eating too many tomatoes from the garden. My hazel eyes sparkled with excitement as I twirled around in front of the mirror, my black hair bouncing behind me like a wild tangle.
As I grew older, things changed - for better or worse. My body began to change shape, and my skin started to break out more easily. But at least my hair kept its natural beauty, thanks to regular braiding sessions with my mom's best friend. She taught me all the secrets of Italian hair care, like how to condition it after a long day in the sun or how to prevent it from getting too dry during the winter months.
One thing that never changed was my love for violets. They remind me of my grandmother, who used to pick them for me every spring when I visited her farm. She'd arrange them into beautiful bouquets and teach me about their medicinal properties - like how they could be made into a natural dye or even used as a treatment for skin irritations.
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