Still sick and my medication makes me a little foggy and tired. So I hope to goodness when I read these at a later time they don't sound like I'm completely off my rocker...yeesh. I have some planning of my life to do (So stressful) Hope you are all enjoying this great weather and what not.
Memory #64
I have some more hair memories ya'll, get excited. I have decided to do a mini hair series because I have enough stories relating to hair to do so. (Also I don't trust my under the weather brain to think up and relay good memories) So after the short hair phase was over (which was far too long in my general opinion) as I had more domain over my general appearance, my hair once again became long. Since you know my mom didn't brush it anymore and therefor let me do as I wish. So my hair was starting to get longer and I was content...for a little while. Eventually a lot of girls come to that stage in life when their hair changes and is no longer easy to manage. You know, when you have to actually maybe style it? Middle school Erin had absolutely no knowledge of doing that. Period. She also lacked the courage to ask anybody how to do one's hair. Then lastly she was not that confident in her natural hair on top of that. So during the middle school years Erin would take a shower in the morning and put her hair in a weird misshapen bun at the nape of her neck. Yup.
My mom absolutely HATED IT. Seriously everyday my mom would call me "Olive Oyl" You know from Popeye? Here's a picture if you can't wrap your mind around it. That is seriously how my hair looked everyday and my mom had a way of calling me out on it that kind of makes me laugh now.
Love Always,
Erin
P.S.
I never wear my hair like that now. Promise.
P.P.S.
I wish spinach worked like that in real life cuz I'd be real buff
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