AAAAAAAND…I CUT MY HAIR AGAIN!
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Soooo…I cut my hair again.
Even though I’d been dreaming of long hair Gisele Bündchening down my back. I was almost there.
I really struggled to get to that point, too. Even though the growing out period doesn’t bother me that much, since I like random lengths. And even though no matter what I do, I still prefer how I look with my hair pulled back, I kept telling myself I just needed to get to that ideal length for it to really look good.
For one thing, let’s be honest in this wonderfully feminist time – I really grew my hair out just to please Chris. And guys – let’s not even try to figure out what cliche, Freudian reason, or Gisele Bündchen got into them, but a lot of the time, guys seem to prefer long hair.
I’d even go so far as to suggest a theory: they love short hair at first, because it makes us look free, different, and a little wild – but once we’re with them, I don’t know – long hair reassures them?
Anyway, I’m getting off the subject.
My hair was finally getting to the minimum length I was hoping for – to the top of my back, and it was long enough to do a very high bun (my favorite kind).
But then I started to try leaving it down, and that’s when the reason I cut it, what, 6 years ago? came flooding back to me.
Nothing had changed – not my facial structure (keeping my hair away from my face works better for me), not my hair (super dry ends with a tendency toward oily roots, super curly one day, super straight the next, and a completely different texture depending on the weather) (oh, and on top of it all, I have a little smattering of grays to drive me extra crazy now), not my laziness (I’m just never going to be the girl who spends a ton of time styling her hair).
As for dry shampoo, I don’t know how all my friends who love it do it, but when I use it, I feel like a bag of damp flour has been dumped on my head.