In keeping with my My Mom’s Funnier than your Mom series this week, I thought I’d share this truth:
Having my mom be my hair stylist when I was growing up didn’t work for me.
It. just. didn’t.
Um…those bangs are sort of really crooked.

And now so are the teeth. Somebody get this girl a stylist and an orthodontist, stat!

That’s right cover those monstrous teeth. (Braces are coming, just hang on, girl.)
Oh, and the black clothes? I was mourning my lack of hair cuteness.

And my personal favorite:

I can’t decide what’s worse. The home perm? The mullet? Blue eyeliner? Those earrings? Or that totally rad sweatshirt?







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