Why is that? Why is it that I never am happy with myself, or my hair. When I was young and skinny I thought I was fat, then I got fat. Then lost weight, but even once I was at a nice, reasonable weight, I felt fat. Now I got fat again, and look back when I was that reasonable weight and THAT is my goal. If I get there, will I be happy? Probably not. My hair. It was long I got it cut, then I wished I could pull it up, finally it grew out enough to pull up and I got sick of only having it pulled up. Chop. Now. I am dissatisfied with my hair again. I think I could be happy with it, with some minor adjustments, but will I go back and ask for her to change it? Probably not. Maybe I will. I will try to get used to it first though, I think. I learned something new today. I learned how to make this: Now can someone tell me what it is called??? Having been home taught for my middle school and elementary school years, I did not learn the cool hand clap games, or how to fold notes to look like f...
A blog about my life, which is never even close to what I think normal might be!