If it's true that baby girls take your beauty then I must be having triplet girls. Not that I was Miss Universe before getting pregnant but I got a few second looks. I was really lucky to never have many issues with acne, a pimple here and there let me know when it was time to pick up some tampax and that was it.
My hair has always been an issue, in high school it was twice as thick as it is today and curly curly. Even when it thinned out in college (which was a total blessing) I still had more body than I knew what to do with. I still haven't mastered my curls and I don't think I ever will, mine are the out of control frizz loving several different sized curls you never want to see. I have, however, mastered the blow dryer and flat iron. There is a combination of blow-out/flat iron that looks fantastic on my big 'ol head.
Why am I bragging about how amazing I can look when I put some effort into it? Simple, I miss it. This is me while I was blow drying this morning, you can't even see all of the wonderful pimples:
This is after I finished my hair, the same way I always do it only this time it's basically stuck to my head, flat as a board. (And an awkward length, I wanted it 2 inches shorter but that's neither here no there.)
What's the point of all of this? I have no idea. Just an honest moment from me to you.