This particular Monday morning my curls refuse to stay clumped together on top of my head, so I set them free. Frazzled ringlets spring out in every direction as I swipe on a bit of mascara in the hopes it might save my reflection, or at least distract from the dark circles under my hazel eyes. The plethora of freckles used to do the job, but there’s only so much I can ask of them now.
She's so unique.
