Vanity Smurf
Since the last post, I cut my hair AGAIN. It was the textbook “feeling restless in my life, maybe a severe haircut will help!”
Never a good idea. (I know better, too.)
I was fine for about a week. In shock, but fine. Then a deep sadness set in and every time I looked in the mirror, I hated what I saw.
I loathe it.
Loathe.
It’s a cute enough cut. Shaggy. Edgy. I just hate it on me. I haven’t felt this ugly in probably 10 years. I don’t feel femme or pretty. Plus, I have to DO it, otherwise it’s very mullety/barn animal got a hold of my hair and chewed for hours – ish.
It’s just hair. It will grow back. It looks fine. Blah blah blah.
Magical hair growing advice welcome.
3 comments:
Per the article in Vogue, scalp massage and stimulation. The Donkey Chew always sounds good in theory. Very sexy. Sorry you are hating it. I think you're beautiful.
Doh! I just posted a comment and now it's gone.
Either way, you're beautiful!
Restless, been there, explains an ill-fated decision to spend a month as a red head (think Lucille Ball, not Debra Messing).
You look fabulous, with any hair, btw!
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