in hiding
January 13th, 2012
came with this note:
When I was younger, I had bangs that I wouldn’t let anyone touch. I can’t remember why, since my mom always fixed my hair anyway, but I hated when my bangs were pinned away from my face. I think I was shy. Or just awkwardly vain, I can’t be sure. But that’s how I can date this picture to when I was about three or four instead of around two–no bangs.
When I was younger, I had bangs that I wouldn’t let anyone touch. I can’t remember why, since my mom always fixed my hair anyway, but I hated when my bangs were pinned away from my face. I think I was shy. Or just awkwardly vain, I can’t be sure. But that’s how I can date this picture to when I was about three or four instead of around two–no bangs.