I was feeling really down after my Politburo adventures, so I went to the salon and got my hair back to my natural color. It took 3 hours but it worked. (I have VERY thick frizzy hair). I now have the exact same hair as I did when N and I first met. Although it might not be the best idea to put the hair I had at 30 over a much older face.
Here it is:
I wonder, what do men do when life gets to them? And please don’t say drink. Everybody drinks these days (except me, I’m cured). But women can change our hair and think, “screw you, at least I look pretty,” and then nothing else matters.
The best friend I ever had in my life used to text me whenever she knew I was having a difficult time, “remember, your chest is huge.” And that really helped.