The cold white light that burns
From frosty windows filled with clouds,
It pastes the skin in pallid white,
Defining bags that swim beneath the eyes,
And spots that came up overnight
Erupt like small volcano mounts
That cry for makeup scraped on thick.
I wish my hair would fall in curls
That bounce like other girls,
Not straight and straggled with the grease
From a shower missed last night.
The humble call with video too
Will be the death of you…..
Margot Kinberg
That’s the thing about video calls and Zoom meetings, isn’t it? You never look your best, no matter what you do, it seems. I think it’s important to let that whole myth go and just get on with the business at hand. No-one looks fabulous on Zoom…
clcouch123
I haven’t managed a video call correctly, yet. Either the video or the audio has failed. I’ve also not been required for my work to have a video conference in which case I would have tried harder. Video calls via the computer seem really un-fun. I think the poem highlights our problems with the medium, effectively.
Little Charmer
I feel your pain 🙄🖤
crispina kemp
Love it. Cos we can’t always be at our best.
Kitten
This was so so relatable that for a moment I thought you had read my mind!
patientandkindlove
Haha, it’s impossible to look even remotely attractive!
Kitten
Right? Like I look okay in mirror but when I video call I look like a completely different person 😂😂