Downtown Portland in the snow. Last winter.
When I was a young person every time I tried something experimental with my looks it was always a fail.
I once had my make up done at a beauty school and looked like a Vegas showgirl crossed with a circus clown.
I got a perm, I’m not sure what I was envisioning, maybe easier styling? Instead my hair, no matter what I did, looked like I passed out under a bench in the park.
I got feathered bangs that always stuck out funny.
That means that these day I have little incentive to even try plastic surgery, assuming I had the money to burn. Either you wouldn’t be able to tell or I’d look like I’d pressed my face against glass and it got stuck that way.
