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.

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It’s just hair. It will grow back. It looks fine. Blah blah blah.

Magical hair growing advice welcome. 

3 comments:

Emily | March 20, 2012 at 3:32 PM

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.

Emily | March 20, 2012 at 3:33 PM

Doh! I just posted a comment and now it's gone.
Either way, you're beautiful!

Confessions of a Mother, Lawyer & Crazy Woman | March 23, 2012 at 10:08 AM

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!