Yes, I’m brave
Jessica left me a comment a few weeks ago, commenting on my long hair (I’ve had an extremely short pixie cut for about 3 years) and how it seems a lot straighter than she remembered it in high school.
I maintained that my hair is awesome and a lot more manageable than I remember it from 3 years ago, and how I love it so much more… and forgot all about it.
Until the other day, when I fell asleep with a full head of wet hair. And woke up looking like this:
I woke up and, rubbing my eyes wearily, walked to the bathroom where I was intercepted by my sister, who exclaimed, “I always knew you were part sheep!”
Gee, thanks, sister!
(As a reference, what my hair normally looks like, or something like it.)
I still have relatively curly hair, but I think the whole styling thing was something I didn’t truly understand until I grew up, got rid of it, and decided to be a grown-up and take care of my body. I wonder how much of that high school awkwardness has to do with not understanding how a daily routine affects your appearance?
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April 29th, 2009 at 7:05 pm
That photo of you on Easter is FABULOUS.
I wonder how much of that high school awkwardness has to do with not understanding how a daily routine affects your appearance? Truth. My hair is infinitely better now that I actually try.
April 30th, 2009 at 7:37 am
I agree with you and Amanda. I didn’t gain mild control of my hair for a very long time– it’s thick and very curly and coarse (I think of it as “ethnic” hair, ever since my mother declared it, dragged me to a Boston Beauty in an ethnic neighborhood, and the woman recommended a shampoo for “women of color”). Needless to say, I hate summer, and I can totally relate to walking up looking like an electrified sheep.