So, I know that I haven’t written on my blog in a while, but the sad truth of the matter is that I haven’t had much to say.
I have still had conversations with people, but it is again similar to calling your parents and the first thing they ask is what is new?
There is no news.
But this is something I have thought about this weekend and again today. I know it’s something that I have written about on here before, but I have had my blog for 6 years now, so that is bound to happen.

The thought that I have been having mostly revolves around the idea of how people perceive me in that first 7 seconds that they see me.
I had a boss once when I was 16 years old who told me that people make their first impression judgement in the first 7 seconds that they meet you.
I have never taken the time to look up studies to confirm this, but this idea has stuck with me since that boss told me about it.
If I only have 7 seconds in the beginning to make that first impression, which many people say is hard to later get over, what do people in those first few seconds.

These are the two specific questions that come to mind when I think about that perception:

  • Do I look like an adult or a child?
  • Do I look like a girl?

Now, in today’s day and age, or maybe just in the popular media and Tumblr’s world, people supposedly aren’t meant to decide if you are a female or not when they first meet you?
I can’t speak for that, but I can speak for the fact that I want them to clearly see that I am a female.
Why do I sit and wonder about this?
Well, I mostly wear the same things everyday. There have been times, like at the beginning of the year, that I have thought that I should dress cuter or more feminine, but I always end up dressing the same and wanting to wear the same clothes.
I have found that when I do wear different clothes, I am always waiting for when I can change back into the basics that I wear:

  • High Waist Skinny Jeans
  • Plain T-shirt (Usually a mens, sometimes a V-neck)
  • Toms or slip ons (sometimes Tennis shoes)
  • Hoodie (if it’s cold)

That’s all I ever want to wear. I dress up every Sunday or when I am asked to, but that is it for style. And again, when I try to change what I wear, I just think about how much I wish I was wearing the basics again.

Anyways, a couple of days ago I was walking up the stairs of my new job and at the top of the stairs was this man dressed in a suit.
And he looked good. He wasn’t particularly attractive, in case that is what you meant, but he looked snappy.
This is what I was wearing:


And when I walked past this man and we said Good Morning, I wondered if he thought I looked like a child.
Did he? We don’t know.

But this is a reoccurring thought of whether I look like an adult female or now.

That’s it.



Back when the was a teenager, if you had asked me what my favorite thing about myself is, I would have told to my hair. 

I have always had a lot of body to my hair and ever since puberty it has been naturally curly. Sometimes more curly than other times, but there was always body and curl in it.

Ever since I bleached my hair the last time, the body has been less prevalent, but still there. 

Because of this, it’s always inevitable when I am working with someone or see them consistently enough that they ask:

Corrie, why don you straighten your hair?


Will you straighten your hair tomorrow?

This happened late last week at my temporary job and I finally got around to it last night.

It actually is a process, because I takes too long to straighten in the morning. You have to straighten it the night before and then touch it up in the morning. This means that you have to be clean enough to be able to go with just dry shampoo.

Last night was that night. This is the coveted look of me with straight hair:

I don’t like it straight. It feels boring to me. Also, with the length that it is, that’s usually the straight hair cut they give actresses playing women who are supposed to be cold and removed. Thanks. 

In reality though, I like when it’s wild. Yesterday another woman at the job was laughing because I was shaking my head and ruffling my hair because I thought it was too flat. 

I like it wild.

So, the same thing happens almost everytime I straighten it now. It takes only a few hours for me to put it up.

I check to make sure that everyone who wanted to see did, then I put it up. 

Now, I know what you may be thinking, “Was that a top knot?”

It was, kind of drooping when I took the pic, but it was. Sometimes I try to attempt the “in” styles.

Like I also have an undercut

I feel slightly weird when I do in styles. Kind of like when I was in high school.

Wow, look who’s trying to fit in.

Instead of it’s just cool, it takes me awhile to adjust that I’m wearing this. 

The jokes on me, no body but me notices these things.

Anyways, I just wanted to talk about my hair, because I put in effort today.