Am I woman enough?
As a long and lanky, gap-toothed kid, I thought very little about my appearance. My mom let me dress myself, so I wore whatever I wanted. The most trouble that got me into was being chased by a boy at the park because I was wearing my fleece Tigger the Tiger onesie, and he liked Winnie the Pooh.
Like my wardrobe, my mom gave me total creative control over my hair styling as well – with exception to the bob cut I forcibly rocked until middle school (Mom was fed up with untangling food out of my h...
Like my wardrobe, my mom gave me total creative control over my hair styling as well – with exception to the bob cut I forcibly rocked until middle school (Mom was fed up with untangling food out of my h...