I also remember thinking I was not thin. Ah, youth.
My hair was short and blonde. I used to single-process color it. Whoa.
I’m too tired from eleven hours on a plane within one twenty four hour period to write a real post. Hope this entertains you until my brain heals. xo
As college ended, I thought I needed to cut my hair into something resembling sophistication. Somehow I ended up with this:
I cried about it (OK, a LOT). I had dreams about having my old long hair. And now, when I get tired of long-ish hair, I remind myself that I was miserable with short hair.