“this IS my real hair” — Have you ever wondered what the hell the title of my old blog meant? Well! if you have, today is your lucky day. And if you haven’t, today is another day full of disappointment and regret, questioning why you read this blog at all.
Now, before we jump right into it and you look at nothing but embarrassing photos of me, it is important for you to remember that this is what I almost always look like:
Got it? On the regular:
fake lashes, spray tan, perfect hair.
That is the real me…. 😉 Now we may move on.
Recently I created a photo presentation for my grandparent’s 50th anniversary, because I am the best grandchild they have. The presentation included photos of them throughout the years, their children and their grandchildren.
Long story short, I came across a lot of really great examples of… honestly, I don’t even think I can put it into words. You should probably just take a look.
Upon exiting the womb, people were all, “whoa… look at that hair, is it supposed to be that color?” Which never really ends, ya know? Childhood as a red head was always fun too, as I’m sure you can imagine. Freckles, glasses, red hair… ugh, is it just me or are kids the frickin’ worst!?
From there it just got crazier and crazier, the hair that is.
Now, I don’t want you to think that this is an issue that I no longer deal with, quite honestly, it’s a life long condition.
And for that reason I have included a few more up to date photos…