FourFour Two – A New York Times

4/19/2017 08:00:30 By the time I got home from college, I was wearing a full head of hair.

The hair had long been a fixture in my head, a thing I’d grown accustomed to, but it hadn’t really grown back.

A friend had suggested I try out a wig, and so I went for it.

I’d seen the results, and they were gorgeous.

The wig gave me a little bit of a bob, and my face had a little more definition.

I still had my eyes, though, and it wasn’t quite as obvious as a full-blown toupee, so I thought I might wear a little makeup, too.

I thought, Maybe I’ll just go for it for the sake of vanity.

But I wanted to get the look I had for myself.

I was also interested in getting a bit more serious, so after all, I still didn’t know how to shave.

It was still a bit nerve-wracking to try out that wig and the makeup, and I had a few bad days.

Then one day I stumbled into a shop and bought my first wig, which I bought to give to my friends.

It had been years since I had worn a wig and I still wasn’t entirely comfortable with it.

It wasn’t until later that I realized I had been wearing it a lot and didn’t like it.

When I put it on I could feel a little part of myself, even though I couldn’t really see anything, and then I could take it off.

My friends were impressed, and in the beginning I started wearing it every day.

And they liked it.

The next day I asked my mother what I was doing.

She said that I was putting on a wig.

I had never heard that.

I remember feeling a little uneasy because I had no idea how to pronounce it.

“Do you have a wig?” she asked.

I hadn’t had a wig in years, and hadn’t seen a wig for a long time.

I looked up the word wig, but I couldn�t find one.

I tried a few different words, and finally I said, “I guess I should just say ‘Wig’.” The next morning, I had my first ever wig.

It’s still my favorite thing to wear, because I can put on the wig with the clothes on, but even the clothes don’t really change.

My mom was impressed, but she said that she didn’t want to be responsible for me having a wig again.

So I bought a wig at Home Depot and put it in my closet.

I have it in a little backpack that I carry everywhere, and whenever I go out, I put the wig on my head.

My hair is long and flowing and curly.

The one thing that bothers me about the wig is that it’s made out of plastic.

It feels cheap and old, like it belongs to somebody who didn’t care about the environment.

I know that sounds silly, but sometimes I have to feel guilty about the plastic stuff that makes up my head because I feel like it’s taking away from me.

It takes a lot of effort to maintain a good wig, like making it longer, thicker, and more intricate, and when you can put it back on like I did, it becomes more of a part of who I am.

But when I was growing up, I wore the wig because I wanted it to be me.

I just wanted to have a natural look.

But for years, I kept the wig for myself, and even now, I wear it to get myself dressed for events, when I want to look pretty, or for my friends, when they ask me for advice.

It gives me a certain sort of authenticity.

I can feel myself.

It makes me feel like I have my own body, and that’s something I miss in my real life.

For example, I once asked my mom why she doesn’t wear makeup.

“I just don’t want you to look at me in the mirror and say, ‘Wow, I’m pretty,'” she said.

“It’s kind of like, ‘Who am I?'”

I can’t be myself when I’m looking at myself in the bathroom mirror.

I want a woman who looks good, not a woman with a bad face.

And I think that’s part of the reason why I feel that way about the hair.

People always ask me why I don’t wear a wig every day, and the truth is that I don�t want to.

I don, but because I want my head to be completely different, I think it’s a waste of time.

But, it’s my favorite part of my head and I don.

So when I put a wig on, I want it to feel different from my head in general, and from the outside world in general.

That makes me happy.

A lot of people don’t realize that my