Everyone has weird pet peeves. Some people hate wearing socks (me), other people hate when people scrape their fork against their teeth when they eat (seriously, that noise). My major one was  that I always, always hated wearing my hair up. In fact, I would refuse with every fiber of my being to wear a ponytail or bun in public. I would, however, wear a side braid. How does that figure? But anyway, my friends always looked at me like I was a complete nut job. How could I survive without wearing a bun in public? Aren't you hot dancing in this overly crowded bar? Yes, I was. No, I would not give in.
Now, I've never minded the look on anyone else. In fact, I always feel insanely jealous when I see girls that can pull it off. Hello, Jessica Hart? Miley Cyrus (pre-haircut), Demi Lovato, any girl that twirls their wrist and has the perfect, messy knot? Despite having so many examples of how awesome the up do could be, I just refused to let anyone but my bathroom mirror see me that way.
EMBRACE THE BUN. FORGET THE HAIRBRUSH. No, just kidding. Sort of.
Now, I've never minded the look on anyone else. In fact, I always feel insanely jealous when I see girls that can pull it off. Hello, Jessica Hart? Miley Cyrus (pre-haircut), Demi Lovato, any girl that twirls their wrist and has the perfect, messy knot? Despite having so many examples of how awesome the up do could be, I just refused to let anyone but my bathroom mirror see me that way.

EMBRACE THE BUN. FORGET THE HAIRBRUSH. No, just kidding. Sort of.
 
 






