What has returned is my straight fringe. I had been entirely unsatisfied about my hair for the past few weeks, it was just never right and I even started to think that perhaps the magic of the top knot had worn off and I'd need to find a new signature do. But luckily I realised in time that all I needed was some scissor action. (Haha lesbian sex joke) I think my face somehow looks thinner now that the long asymmetrical fringe isn't framing my cheeks so much.
BUT WHAT HAVE I GOT RID OF BESIDES 3 INCHES OF HAIR?
Lip piercing. I got it done when I was 19, my parents were on holiday and I went to the tattoo parlour with my friend Florien who was getting a butterfly tattooed on her wrist. I'd been toying with the idea of getting my lip pierced for a while, and decided to just go ahead and get it done while I was there anyway. It hurt like an absolute motherbitch and I had to rinse my mouth with listerine every time I ate for about 2 weeks. For the first few years I was really enthusiastic about the piercing, I bought a huge amount of different jewellery for it like several different coloured 'diamonds', and I remember having a plastic rainbow heart (dubious to be honest) and a yin-yang ball on it sometimes. But then I kind of forgot that it was there, I mean I still touched it with my tongue a millions times a day (once you start doing that you can NEVER unlearn it) but I never really thought about it at all. A few days ago I had a conversation with Cécile about piercings and said 'you can always take them out if you don't like them anymore'. Mere seconds after saying it, I realised that the time had come to part with mine.
I will start February afresh, with a new face. Well, not entirely new obviously. More like face 2.0
