Eriqua can be pretty...okay, I look tentative in this photo, like..."How many chins are going to show up?" and "Do I have to wear these heels any longer?" and "Duude, where's my car?" (for it was stolen that morning.)
My family is always giving me crap about my hair...so this is proof that their daughter/neice/nephew can play "grown up" and conform to the standard that "flowy hair" = "pretty hair". I like getting it pressed on occasion.