Also, we had Birkenstocks. Like, the originals. That made your feet smell like you had been on Naked and Afraid and the only thing they gave you was some Birkenstocks with no socks.
So to all my mamas who were the VSCO before it was cool, drink you a glass of wine, chase yo’ wild kids, and bump to yo’ *NSYNC in yo’ party bus.
Save the turtles? How about talk to the hand cause the face ain’t listening.
Also, let’s not forget our hair crimpers. And straight hair with just curling the top pieces and pulling a straight hair through.
Oh, and the basket weave braid. With little jewels in the rubber bands.
All the sssk sssk I oop ooop- Get that neck.
