This is the only baby picture I have of myself. I can recollect that shortly after this was taken, my mother had all of my hair chopped off into what I thought - even as a toddler - was a hideously ugly, Dutch boy haircut.
It was my first emotionally charged hair experience, but not the last.
Cutting my hair brief has been much more gut-wrenching than I thought it would be, for reasons too numerous to detail here. Now I am determined to grow it back out, and relieved that my hair does grow quickly, but frustrated at the horrific in-between stage. There are too many headbands and hair clips in my life.
What was your first emotional hair experience?
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There has to be a better alternative to this. (I do store several bottles in the fridge. If I didn’t, there would be no surface large enough for all my perfume.)
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Hillary paid for hers; mine was free from MAC PR. She liked it for giving her spider lashes; I liked it for NOT giving me spider lashes (without a entire lot of wiping of the wand, either).
What sort of creeps me out is the black gunk I find floating acircular on my eyeballs and the inside of my eyelids after wearing this mascara. I assume this stuff is opthamologist tested, but still. Personal safety concerns aside, I can just imagine some hot guy (not that I ever meet any of those lately) gazing into my eyes and thinking, "Hmm…gorgeous gunk."
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Hey, don’t look at me - he said it. I just agree with him.
Also, if you’re squinty to begin with, washing out your entire face by shunning color and embracing dead lips is probably not the way to go.
Ellen looks like a cross between Renée Zellwegger and Fergie…and I don’t mean that as a compliment.
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