Did I ever tell you about my sleep-away camp experience--when one of my fellow campers went on a cabin-wide stabbing spree? Yeah, a little girl was teased by a countless number of kids and one day she snapped. She stole a metal spoon from the cafeteria and bent its head each day until it broke off.
That night, she stabbed some of her cabin tormentors. I simultaneously tell the story as a funny anecdote about not effing with the wrong person and as a cautionary chronicle of bullying. I also feel compelled to tell the story because I still can't believe I experienced it.
Did a ten year old really make a shank out of a spoon? Yes, though far from being a prison, an "OZ"-like incident happened at a sweet little camp in Connecticut. And let me be honest. Maybe my fascination with gritty shows like HBO's "OZ" also leads me to hold on to the prison-yard tale from my youth.
Or maybe it's because I'm going to ask you this *wink wink*: Are you in beauty prison?
Beauty prison is a place where we all at one point reside. We wear the same lip color, hairstyle, nail polish color, etc. But we don't just do it because we love it and it's "our thing". No, I'm not talking about "signature" colors or styles. I'm talking about doing certain things because you're afraid to try something new.
For instance, I love a nude lip; it's my thing. But when I found myself clinging to it, I realized I had to shake it up with my current reddish-brown shade.
So on this hump day I ask you, "Are you in beauty prison?". If so, I believe it's time for a prison break.
