The other day I decided to go to the hairdresser to trim my hair. My hair was getting pretty shaggy and needing trimming. Just last year I had long hair with bangs, but I decided to grow my bangs out. You know how long it takes for bangs to grow out! Months of wearing headbands so that the hair wouldn’t fall into my eyes.
My bangs had almost grown out, and were getting to chin-length, but they looked messy, despite my poor efforts of trimming them. The bangs still weren’t anywhere as long as the rest of my hair. So my hair was several different lengths and I was bored with it.
Now I’m going to make a confession, and I hope that I don’t sound vain. I have very pretty hair. It is thick and wavy and naturally golden blonde and for some lucky reason there is no gray in it yet. I have never had to color it. It’s my one beauty, and I am very vain about it. When I had long hair, I might have been known to toss it about prettily so that others could admire it. I would walk around and let it bounce around my shoulders.
Something possessed me when I sat in the hairdressers chair with my freshly washed hair hanging around my face. I only mean to cut an inch or two off my hair but was sick of my uneven hair. It looked bad, with split ends and with broken strands. It really needed serious cutting.
So I told the stylist to cut the rest of my hair the same length as the bangs and to have everything evened out.
Chin-length, I instructed.
The stylist looked dubious and started cutting away. But I quickly realized that she wasn’t cutting it chin-length. She had cut my hair up to my ears.
I didn’t want it that short! Oh, no! But it was too late. So she finished the job and was very pleased.
Yes, my hair is still pretty. It is still golden and wavy. But it’s too short. Not Halle Berry short, but if I had Halle Berry’s bone structure, I could get away with that. I’ve gained at least ten pounds recently, and my face looks fat, and this haircut doesn’t help. It makes my face look even fatter. All right, not really fat by most standards, but fat by my standards.
Maybe what I really need to do is not worry about my hair, but go to the gym and work off those ten pounds. After all, I am already paying for a gym membership, and haven’t gone in weeks.
As least hair grows out by itself.