I feel pretty! I feel pretty!
I've gone off and changed my hair color. I wish I could report I also chopped it into some funky style as well, but a pregnant girl can only handle so much change in one day. Not that I am one that can't handle change (I can, really. Moved to another city for fun, switched jobs, and well decided to become a mom again... that's enough to fill a year's worth of change if you ask me). But the hair? Well something had to be done.
This summer I decided to go a bit more blonde. I've never been blonde in my entire life. Not because I was depriving myself of fun (or at least that is what the antedote says)--but mainly because more than a few of my closest friends (and sister) are blonde. And well... have you seen my eyebrows?
I'm a natural brunette. Dark brunette really and having light colored hair just makes me look odd. Odd and unnatural I suppose if I get right down to it. So no bottle jobs for me! Until today of course. But don't get your hopes up. The hair is so barely blonde you wouldn't notice. not except for the plethora of chunky highlights near the face (I can't live without those).
And you know what? I love it. Hell, with a growing waistline and hardly a piece of clothing to wear that makes me look anything but completely pregnant. A girl has got to do what a girl has got to do to feel pretty.
This summer I decided to go a bit more blonde. I've never been blonde in my entire life. Not because I was depriving myself of fun (or at least that is what the antedote says)--but mainly because more than a few of my closest friends (and sister) are blonde. And well... have you seen my eyebrows?
I'm a natural brunette. Dark brunette really and having light colored hair just makes me look odd. Odd and unnatural I suppose if I get right down to it. So no bottle jobs for me! Until today of course. But don't get your hopes up. The hair is so barely blonde you wouldn't notice. not except for the plethora of chunky highlights near the face (I can't live without those).
And you know what? I love it. Hell, with a growing waistline and hardly a piece of clothing to wear that makes me look anything but completely pregnant. A girl has got to do what a girl has got to do to feel pretty.
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