This Ain't A Surfin' Movie...
Hi, I'm Fawn.
22.
Mother to a beautiful son.
Dancer, lover, dreamer, go-getter.
I write a lot & reblog a lot more.
Enjoy.
xx.
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Last photo of me for the night, I promise. I found this disk of old pictures and pulled all my favorites, that’s the meaning of this.
Colorado, 2007. After the Renaissance festival, hence the crazy, beautiful hair.
I wish I could find that arm band again, it got lost in one of the many moves I’ve made over the past 3 years.
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Myself at 16 or 17 years old.
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“I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth.” -Henry Rollins
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Curling my hair with my flat iron before a club outing on Wednesday with the girls.
And yes, you read that right. Curling. Flat iron.
Everything was all hunky dory until I stepped out of my truck into a terrible downpour and all my springy, glorious little curls went the way of the buffalo. Despite me shoving my head into Cassie’s pool-scented jean vest for protection. I guess that’s what happens when you can’t locate your hairspray for the life of you. I was pretty bummed. =(
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On the left, myself in February.
On the right, myself this past August.
And I’ve lost more weight since those shots were taken. I love myself thick, and I love myself thin. I just prefer myself thin and curvy, but that’s personal preference. Moreover, my long brunette hair in a bun VS. short cropped blonde hair in a bandana. So funny to see the difference.
But anon, there’s the pushed out belly on the left. See it? Chunkabelleh.
And for those wondering, I had shot up to around 160lbs from christmastime til around early april. Right now I’m dancing around 135, gracefully.
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