there was a point in time when i hated my hair - the poof, the frizz, the thickness, the mess. forget the waves, i wanted it straight! but somewhere along the way of growing up, i came to accept the hair, even came to like it (on some days, anyways). and sometimes i think that's one of the most freeing things you can do for yourself - embracing the body you were given and loving the skin you're in. (i sound like a commercial)
life’s too short to be worrying about superficial physical ‘flaws.’ there are far greater things that need your attention. besides, one day we’re all gonna be old and wrinkly anyways. just make sure those wrinkles are smile lines :)