Every year around my birthday I have a mini freak out. Nothing serious, a cartilage piercing, thoughts of a tattoo, considering Botox. This year I put purple streaks in my hair. It looks cool, I've gotten a bunch of complements this weekend.
Then I remembered I'm renewing my driver's license this week. After living with my last picture for 8 years in which I wad pregnant and had about 4 chins, I will now have purple hair for the next decade on my license. FABU.