The Old Me Is Dead and Gone, The New Me Will Be Alright

Getting a new haircut is a little bit like becoming a new person.

Yesterday I got a new haircut and I don't know if I like it that much, but it will be alright.
The photos were taken by my brother again.
It's like I created a monster. In the past I forced him to take my photos and now he is taken photos randomly all along. On one side, he only wants to take photos, but on the other hand he wants to get on my nerves. Because of that are not necessarily looking that good(he didn't even switched off the date), but I don't care.
I just think, that I look like barbie or Malibu Stacey.
What do you think?