Ha! So Ok. My hair! I got my hurrrr did a week and a half ago because I hadn't cut it in about a year and it was getting nasty. Being a female and going to "salons" around town is just not in my budget or in my radar to really care, at all, but I care enough about my appearance not to go to Super Cuts (seriously though I've had some bad experiences there). I got my hair cut by a new girl at a place I've been to twice before and she was cool and all, but even though I told her to cut off as much as needed to "Make it healthy!" she lopped off a full 3-4 inches of my identity and I can't even DO my hair like I've been doing it for years because it just looks sub-par to my "look." So I'm just pulling it back in a bun every day!
I always thought those people who cry were incredibly LAME on What Not To Wear when they got their hair done. But now I get it! No, I didn't sob as she was snipping away at my dead-ends, not at all. I wanted it cut. I told her to do whatever, really. And now that it doesn't look the way it has looked in years (maybe you don't notice, but I do!) I'm like...Whoa, Identity CHANGED. Identity taken!! Identity GONE... I feel not me! I want it changed! I want it re-done! Please! I'm kind of floored at how much this whole hair thing has affected my mood and perception of self. I'm kind of floored at how much my hair was a part of how I knew myself, at least on a physical level. Yeah, floored. Help, I've fallen and I can't get up. Has 6 months passed yet? Maybe it'll look like the me I know me to be more than it does now.
And to think my sister had to shave her head because of the chemo. Damn. I feel lame.
