I am contemplating going back to the days of short hair. Well, my agency is also contemplating. I am going through this "fuck it" phase and thinking about all the crazy shit I should have done in my teens. Tattoos. Piercings. The boyfriend with the motorbike. But my mother was pretty much the equivalent of those evil Catholic nuns you see in movies like Doubt with Meryl Streep. Ok I had a belly button piercing but that was about as rebellious as stealing candy from a baby. Then the whole 8th grade went and got a belly button piercing. Lord.
**And congrats to Matthew Burditt Photography for winning the Topshop shoes**
