Sometimes I don’t brush my hair before leaving the house. (No one’s going to see it anyways).
I have good hijab days, and then I have Bad Hijab Days. Sometimes they happen on the same day.
Sometimes I’m convinced that my head changes shape overnight, since a scarf that looked SO nice yesterday suddenly doesn’t fit anymore.
I really LOVE it when people ask me “Aren’t you hot in that?” when I’m wearing pants, and full sleeves in 30 degrees+ weather. Because I have a secret AC hidden underneath all the layers. 🙂
Sometimes I think my scarf is out to get me.
My fingers have been poked more times than I can count from handling pins. My scalp probably has more bruises than I can count from accidentally pinning my scarf to my head.
Sometimes I use the hood of my coat as a hijab when I go out to throw out the garbage. I’m hoping the night will cloak my hijab-less neck.
Shopping for tops that pass my bum, are not see-through, are long-sleeved, are not low-necked, and are loose makes me want to poke my eyes out.
Sometimes I miss wearing earrings.
I don’t actually know how to straighten or curl or style my hair.