Lets talk about my hair. I haven’t done a hair post because I wanted to really figure out how I feel about it and the verdict is in: I hate my short hair. OK, I’m being slightly dramatic here, but I kinda’ do hate my short hair, a little bit… a lot sometimes.
It was a drastic decision made as a result of being fed up of caring for my waist-long hair. I should’ve cut it, but not so short. But since I can be a person of extremes and sometimes impulsive ones, I did what felt right. I chopped it all off.
Initially, the feeling was like a drug. It was a liberating high. I walked down the street and felt the wind on the back of my neck while my short do bobbed side to side. I couldn’t get enough of it. My head felt light, like a balloon. It felt…easy, and I liked it. It is still what I am enjoying most about my short hair. The second thing I love is how quickly I can wash it. My styling time is significantly shorter as well which is simply money because (yes, cliché but true) time is money.
What I hate: How much I miss my long hair. Scratch that. I don’t really miss my long hair per se. I don’t miss waking up nearly strangled in my own locks that would wrap three times around my neck like a boa constrictor. I don’t miss my heavy bun bouncing up and down threatening to give me a concussion during dance class. I don’t miss my long hair getting in the way of almost everything (use your imagination on this one). I don’t miss how heavy and migraine-inducing it was when I attempted to carry a sock bun throughout the day. I don’t miss the 20 minutes it would take to simply wash and condition it in the shower or the additional hour it would take me to style it.
What I really miss is the way I felt with long hair. Those of you who have had uber-long hair know exactly what I’m talking about. Having long hair made me feel SUPER sexy and I didn’t realize it until it was gone. Not that I don’t feel sexy anymore, I just feel like I have to work a little harder at it. Having long hair gave me the extra confidence to leave the house without a drop of makeup, in jeans and a tank top and still feel smokin’ hot. I did that yesterday and I felt…pretty and cute, but not hot. Maybe it has more to do with me than with my actual hair. The good thing is that it grows back. If life were as simple as hair, it would be a lot easier. Fed up? Just eliminate it. Tangled? Chop it off, with the guarantee that it will grow back just as you remember it.
I am enjoying all the fun stuff that can be done with short hair. I rocked a 50’s look the other day that made me oh so happy! I can actually wear it in a bun all day without wanting to rip it out and I’m really enjoying how much easier it is to handle. Did I mention my boyfriend actually loves it? So with that said, I’ll enjoy it while my hair continues to grow and I will enjoy the multiple transition phases it will go through in the process. I’m embracing this as a challenge. I firmly believe that sex appeal is a form of confidence that comes from within and as long you really own it, nothing can take it away from you. I look forward to redefine my look and reinvent myself along the way because something positive can always be learned from every experience. (And, I have a gorgeous set of extensions that can cheer me up in no-time).