Wow, just wow. So a few weeks ago, I decided to leave weaves alone for a while and wore my real hair. I pressed it out, turned it under and it was the longest my hair has ever been. I got compliments from my family and I was looking damn good. My mom then says that my hair looks like one of the storm troopers' helmets, and it just destroyed this whole confidence I had built up. I took me a long time to even want to deal with my real hair, and when she said that, I threw the gel back in my hair and have been wearing ponytails ever since.
Now today, she decides to press out her real hair, curl it up and walk around as if she's glamorous. She is wearing a red sweater and I told her how can she call me a storm trooper when she's walking around looking like the heat miser? Really, her hair looks like a brown flame the way it's up. It was the way she's always worn her hair when I was younger.
Now, she's PISSED at me for saying something about her hair. I don't understand this. I told her I was just throwing a comment about her hair back at her like she did to me. Now she's going through the house trying to act like she never said anything about my hair. This is such bullshit because I knew it bothered her that my hair had grown to twice the length of her hair and she said that comment because she knew I was sensitive about my hair and knew I would stop combing it.
I swear, this is just like my old issue with my friend. You put someone down for one thing while you're secretly planning on doing the same fucking thing. Now my own mother? What the fuck?




And we got some shopping to do today, so I need a good shopping buddy.





I admit I am extremely pale, especially during the winter. Just genetics, I guess. My dad is dark skinned and my mom is light skinned. Shit happens.
