My hair finally looks good.
Actually, it’s been looking good for a couple of months now. I just didn’t want to brag about it so soon.
Only some of you will know what I mean when I say that growing your hair out from very short to long is hell. Absolute, fiery, burning hell. Look at the weird-ass style on my head in my about picture. Yes. Ugly. But that was then. Now, my hair is long and fabulous. I’m working the slight Charlie’s Angels style – retro-awesome. And, as of the past week, I’m working an awesome new color. (Whether the bulk of my coworkers can tell or not. Sad, colorblind people.)
When my boyfriend and I broke up in May, I had these “caramel” (light neutral brown) highlights put in. It came out just fine – nice and natural – but not as dramatic as post-break-up hair should be. Because the woman didn’t leave the peroxide in my hair long enough. Dang her. But it was nice enough.
But never mind that now. Now my hair is dark auburn, so the whole world has changed. Well – for me it has. People who color their hair will understand. The rest of you – y’all just go on with your lives.
In one year, my hair has gone from Sharon-Stone length to one inch below the bumpy bone on the back of my neck. Pretty good, huh? And that includes the chicken-out reshortening I gave it around January, when I temporarily caved to the horrible pressurizing ugliness that is growing out one’s hair. But now I’m past all that. All my sacrifices were worth it. My hair has reachieved fabulousness. In fact, I’m thinking it’s almost time for my first trim. (I’m working towards one length now.)
How long will this last? Until the next time I get tired of hair in my face all the time? Until I decide, again, that I’m too old for long hair. Until the next time I break up with someone, maybe?
Who knows? Doesn’t matter. Just live in the moment and be glad.
