My hair before the chop. Ugh. Boring.
This week I (finally) got my hair cut. I have been trying to grow it out since before Little E was born.
It has not looked so well.
Constantly in my face and tickling my nose.
I kept it because, well, I am a female and I am supposed to want long hair.
All the sexy ladies have loooong flowing strands
(works well as a cover for topless-ness too I see)
Beautiful picture of chubby baby and long haired mamma.
Mermaids always have long hair.
I hate my hair when it is long(er).
I am not that female.
Or that mom.
Or a mermaid.
There is nothing wrong with being a gorgeous long-locked lady.
I am just not her.
My hair wasn’t made to be long, flowing and gorgeously full of body
I am ok with this.
Just because I like short hair does not make me less of a female.
It’s just hair.
And yet, my ‘do IS one of the first things people see.
Aside from a smile of course!
I want the first impression I give to be authentic.
Truly, utterly and completely me.
Not who I am pretending to be, think I want to be or who I am trying to copy.
I am charged in this life with being me.
I suck at being someone else.
Yup. Really suck.
Short, long, curly, straight.
As long as it is you
Plus, have you seen Tangled?! A glowing example of a chick who rocks her hair-long, short, blonde, brown.
P.S. I took multiple pictures for the big “after” reveal and could not find one I liked. Still some more mental “I love me” work to be done. :sigh: