A couple of months ago I had the strangest realization: I have a little pointy chin. I never knew this little nugget of fun knowledge because, you see, I only recently got a defined jawline.
I find myself often feeling along my jaw, poking at the potruding bone. And then I point it out to those around me and suggest they too feel my jawbone.
After they back up a few steps I find myself pleading with them, trying to make them understand that I am not actually neglecting to take some sort of mental imbalance stabilization medication; but in fact I am merely thrilled with the sudden creation of an oval facial shape.
This came to the forefront of my thoughts this evening, as I was in my stylists chair getting large layers and bangs cut into my hair. I tell you here and now: Cutting capes are attractive on NO ONE. That being said, I was pleasantly surprised tonight when I saw my reflection and realized it did not invoke a reaction desiring immediate starvation. Instead I was amazed at the shape my cheekbones created. Where was the round little head with the small indentions for cheekbones? Who is this oval faced, high cheekboned stranger?
I have to cheer myself on for good intentions because I've lost nearly 25 lbs and just over 7 inches from various body parts, I have about 10 friends in Vegas now, my skin is the closest it has been to perfect since I turned 11, and with the exception of tonight I have been in bed before midnight almost every weekday for months.
The haircut turned out well, I know you were wondering. It is a lot shorter than I expected, but it looks good. :) Because of the new look (and because...uh...I had time?) I took a few new pics. Most were my generic everyone-calls-it-a-pucker,-though-its-really-not pics; but this one ----> was a fun one because I was just laying on my bed, playing around with my camera, and it is no expression, no (non)pucker, no scowl-that-Travis-hates, and the colors rocked.
Ok, so Photoshop does crappy things to good photos. You can't really tell but this has some gorgeous coloring--the deep turquoise of the shirt playing off the chesnut in the hair, which melts well with the flushed pink Chapstick-only lips.
It was a strictly haircut-only photoshoot. As opposed to a few of my other shoots, wherein I am basically insane. A character of sorts, if you will. Lots of Pink and Pucker and Dark and Freaky/Funky neither of which really look like me all that much.
And that concludes another Susannah Needs To Go To Sleep Before 2 AM Or She'll Start Publishing Strange Pictures Of Herself.
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I'm not sure if the rest of the world is reading interviews with Kevin Federline, so I am trying to do my part to keep the world informed. Had I not been doing that job I would have missed this absolute gem:
Interviewer: "Ok. Second question here is 'Greatest misconception people have about you.'"
K. Federline: "The greatest misconception is everybody thinks I eat doughnuts, man. I don't eat doughnuts."
Interviewer: "Don't eat doughnuts. Alright."
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