2nd grade- I had a butch haircut after refusing to let my mother brush my hair. This one reflected my stupidity
3rd grade- When I went to summer camp for the first time I was forced into learning to do my own hair. I junked it up with every hair clip I owned. (Don't think i'm kidding. My mom bought a bunch just for camp.) Yet another disaster
8th grade- Thick, red, not tamed or styled. a lot longer. Now I was trying to be girly without effort or any clue as to how to do my hair.
Freshman year- Chopped it to right at my chin and straightened it for the most part. At 5'3" weighing in at 176 pounds and obviously no cheekbones, that was the worst idea I ever had. Even worse when I decided to started dating the ugliest boy in the world. I still cringe
Sophomore and Junior year- With some blonde highlights and my hair grown out to well past my shoulders, I looked pretty good. It fit the girl that I was becoming quite well. It was almost always styled and I learned to work with my natural curl.
SENIOR YEAR!- This past week I went to a new girl to get my hair cut at a new salon (my old girl was starting to do a shit job). She took off multiple inches so that my hair just hits my shoulders and added a lot more layers. I wasn't expecting a color change but when I said "You go ahead and just have fun. I trust you. Do whatever you want" she decided to jump on the chance to add a brighter blonde and tone it down with some of my natural red. So long story short my hair looks HOTTT!
The point of this timeline is that I realized after getting my hair done that it was more than just a haircut. It played an intrical part in me hitting a point in which I know I am doing something right. I know that I am on the right track and it is obvious as my physucal self becomes more attractive that my inner self is doing the same. I started running after spring break and what used to be run a lap, walk a lap (4 laps for 1 mile total: walking 1/2 running 1/2 = a struggle) is now over 2 miles. I'm growing by leaps and bounds.
Last weekend mom and I went to Huntington and I practiced with the team. Not just watched but actually got involved. And after staying with one of the girls (she's pretty much my cheer idol) I learned that she was once in my shoes EXACTLY! One saturday night with the team was all it took for me to realize "Oh yeah. This is it. This is my place."
Kelsie and I are headed to Florida tomorrow and I can't wait. Not only is it 10 days with my best friend but it's also kind of like a check point. 3 months ago I went down there a depressed unhappy overweight mess. Not suicidal and obese but enough to make me feel like shit. I'm going down there a new person. I found myself again. The Krista that wears size small little black dresses with red heals and lays out by the pool basking in the sun and shops for cute shorts not sweatpants. When I started this blog I was busting out of my clothes and and hated wearing my heals because it meant wearing something other than sweats. So with a new hair style, freshly waxed brows (they were looking bad....) and a new outlook, I'm SO ready for vacation.
1. new hair (unexpectedly)
2. goals
3. best friends
4. little black dresses
5. red heals
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