Quick lil posty:
On Monday, I cut my hair. As it's been growing back I've been contemplating on what to do. Extensions? Shave it? Boy hair cut? Pray for a bob? Later I will post pictures. I've had my panties all tied in a knot about my hair situation and what I was going to do. I'm not a huge hair person. I don't spend much time in front of the mirror. But, I've been terribly self-conscience about the cotton candy, fluffy quff attached to my scalp. I just didn't/haven't felt pretty. ever.
I thought I would cry for about a week but I haven't cried at all. It feels really nice. My hairdresser said, "It's like you just look like a normal person but with a short cut". Normal. Feeling normal is under-rated. Feeling normal can be empowering and just plain fantastic. Who knows, maybe I will stay short for a while. It's been really fun to put on Fall jackets, scarves, and play around with lipstick with my new short hair. It's like my character in my story is evolving into a confident, short haircutted, soon to be pregnant [fingers crossed] woman.
Also, about a month ago I received the email below referring to this post....