December 2011
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Hairless
My mom used to pride herself on her hairstyles. Every few months, she would leave for work with one hairstyle, and come home at the end of the day with something completely different.
In early August of last year, her hair was dark brown and shoulder length, void of any gray hairs. Her skin was glowing and she exuded an air of content that kept our family at ease. On the day of my...
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Something I whipped up today
That naïve little girl smiling is me. That chubby and fashion impaired person is me. Was me.
Who am I now? Am I any more confident than I was when I was younger? I wish I could say yes, but I have a fear of lying.
Am I any more rational than I was in high school? Have I developed emotionally and cognitively? Reflecting on high school, I evaluate my present being and conclude that I have grown...
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