Welp, it's all over now. All the crazy, stressful, amazing things last week have come to a close. The only reminder is my shocking pink hair. It's most definitely strange having everyone looking at me because it's 3 different shades of pink, 2 shades of purple, and my face is framed with an amethystine shadow. Of course, I'm still rockin' the asymmetry though. Celebrity hair, as my brother is calling it, is a huge time commitment but the whole legit fashion photo shoot experience was dreamy. Not gonna lie, I feel like Nicki Minaj or something every time I leave my house now.
The best part about having short hair is that you can't see it around your face. I am continually shocked when I look in mirrors, especially all the times I've gone hard in the paint Sunday onward. Staggering to the ladies' room and being greeted by Strawberry Shortcake's avant-garde emo hipster cousin in the mirror is certainly novel!
Despite the occasional bout of slight self-consciousness, posing to M83's Midnight City and getting more make-up poofed on my face under the bright lights will be a story to tell the grand-babies for sure.