1981 |
My hair fell out in patches when I was a toddler, revealing a light brown color that would lighten in the sun. That was the color of my hair. You can see it in the pictures. I was born with dark hair. The light, sun-streaked color changed to a decided brown. Just plain brown.
2012 |
I didn't disappear. I grew into my body and face. My hair was blonde. My skin was tan. I wore padded bras and short skirts. My mom taught me how to be 'beautiful.' Boobs, hair, and brains. I still had brains, even if I didn't act like I did sometimes. Body and mind.
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2013. Look at that cleavage and hair. |
My hair is brown, now. I'm lost... I've been lost for years, now, but I don't know how to be exteriorly so altered, it seems, even though my mind is so often lost. I don't think men will ever understand that. They don't change as much as women can and do in so little time. If a man shaves off his hair, it's not a big deal. He looks the same with shaved hair. If a woman is suddenly bald, she isn't the same. She isn't so sexy. Don't lie. Don't pretend she is. If her breasts shrivel up and shrink to nothing, we aren't so hot, are we? Luckily plastic surgery can right the wrongs that time and motherhood wage against us. If we stop working out our asses, we're just flabby, yeah? We should cover that up. If we gain a little weight, we've got muffin top, yeah?
1984. Long brown hair. |
I've heard so many women lament last years' beach body, and explain why they must wear a one-piece this year, not a bikini last year. "I just wasn't ready for summer." "I was sick, I had a long injury and couldn't keep in shape like I wanted to." A mom told me that on the beach, this past week. As if she needed to explain a tankini. She said, "I figure I can move it so I can get tan. Fat looks better tan." What? The next day my friend, who said she wasn't ready for summer, and who said her stomach was fat, wore a bikini all day. She looked beautiful. I knew my thighs were fatter this year.
Maybe I knew. I was trying 'it' on before Kindergarten. |
I have brown hair, and I know I can't handle it. Long blonde hair isn't the same as dull, mid-length brown hair. I have tried to pretend to be a brunette for months, now, because people said, "I like it," but I don't like it. I know what the public wants, baby. I know. Breasts, and blonde hair, and fucking confidence. Stand up straight. Suck it in and pretend you think you're hot stuff. You better feel beautiful, or you aren't at all.
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