Every day, I train myself to be zen.
Polite. Elegant. Diplomatic.
Outer silence, inner chaos.
Because yes — I’ve mastered the art of keeping my mouth shut.
But my face?
Oh, my face signed a separate contract. And it did not agree to discretion.
There are things I simply can’t ignore.
Like fashion choices, where it looks like the outfit and the person met on Vinted, matched by mistake, and now they’re stuck in an awkward first date… in public. 😂
That’s when it hits:
“I’m not judging. I’m just observing intensely… with a certain level of disbelief.”
Because sure, I’d love to act like nothing’s wrong.
But my eyebrow?
Oh no, it’s got its own opinions — and it lifts itself up in protest.
While my mouth is busy faking a diplomatic smile,
my face is broadcasting a fashion show titled:
“Things That Should Not Be Worn Together… Ever.”
Some people step out in shiny leopard-print leggings, with colors that are clearly in a toxic relationship, and shoes that look like part of a dark ritual —
And there I am. Silent. But not blind.
And trust me: it shows... 😂
And so I just think: at home they probably have "des miroirs cassés"
Love you all 😜
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