With all my skincare obsession, you would think that I would have the most flawless baby skin in the whole wide world.
But nope, not true.
I still struggle with blemishes. And I still get the occasional monster pimple. Or two. Usually they form right in between my eyes.
It’s THE WORST.
I do sometimes think about WHAT A FRAUD I am to be keeping a beauty blog when I don’t feel like a particularly beautiful person.
So I turned 30.
And I wanted to write a little bit about it because being alive for three decades ain’t just no little piece of pie.
I wondered what kind of post I should write to commemorate the big 3-0. At first I toyed with the idea of writing a 30s themed beauty post like “30 Beauty Tips.” But the idea bored me.
Instead, I’d rather just write about what I’m really thinking.
I’ve been growing out my hair for years. Years.
It’s been growing at an excruciatingly slow snail’s pace.
I just want to see how long I can grow out my hair. At this point, it’s already the longest it’s ever been in my life.
And yet, I want it to be even longer.