4 years in law school, never had a proper picture with the infamous white picket fence... until today.
On a side note, when I was younger I used to hate to guts how thick my hair is because I have this weird belief that my hair made my head look super huge, and how it's dull and dry. So I would always tell the hair-dresser to layer my hair. The more of it chopped off, the lesser I have of it - the better.
Over the years, I have learned to embrace my thick hair, and- many other things about myself, including my somewhat voluptuous body, and my petite height. Also, my rather deep (commanding) voice, for my size.
Long story cut short - being comfortable in one's own skin is also what makes one beautiful.
