My prettiness can wait, my future will not...

I am at that stage of 20s where I can either adorn myself or my future.
I have dreams to have a house of my own, to have respectable epoch in this world.
I want to live a stable and honest life.
I want to have everything in life I desire for by walking on the right path, being innocuous to other beings, not doing injustice to others.
I am one of kinds where hair is tide in messy bun, wardrobe is full of baggy jeans and loose kurtas, make-up items can not be seen at all near my belongings, heels are big no, I need flats to walk fast and comfortably.

All that demand from me to set my priorities right.

Priorities of either worrying about the long hair on my arms, or priorities of worrying about short deadline for my next project submission.

Priorities about if my eyeliner is on fleek in the morning, or priorities about if I am on time at my workplace in the morning.

Priorities to have enough branded items in my closet, or priorities to make a brand of my own self.

Priorities to have the best possible hairdo, or priorities to put my head into right things to do.

Priorities to worry about my dark circles, or priorities to stay awake to make my dreams come true.

Priorities to worry about if I look attractive or not, or priorities to work about if I am successful enough.

I know my priorities and always choose later, so I keep the matter of my looks away and work upon the best things that future can bring my way.