Gone are the days when I could (and did) wear braids. Where my sister would have me sit on the living room floor while she twisted my hair into intricate shapes more and more. Where we would laugh and laugh as she pulled the plaits tighter and my sensitive little head tried not to fight her; and now thanks to this "plaitiful' pic, it's really, really making me miss all of it. But not enough to struggle through the growing out process of it all, dudettes/dudes.
Photo: Visual Optimism