Happy New Hair
Like most years, I'm starting 2009 with my standard "lose-10-pounds" type of resolution (No, really. This time I mean it. I really do need to lose those 10 pounds). This year I'm adding something new: Get a Haircut.
You'd think a haircut would be no big deal: waltz into a hair salon, point to a picture in a magazine, and forty minutes later, walk away with a nice new bob. I do want a haircut; in fact, I've been waiting for this haircut for almost 2 years, ever since I decided to donate my hair to the Locks of Love program. My hair wasn't long enough back then (it takes at least 10 inches of hair in order to be used in a hairpiece), and it's taken all that time to grow. I don't think I've ever had it this long before, and I've had enough. It's thick and wavy, and frizzes up into an unmanageable mess in the mornings and on humid days. I'm shedding hair all over the house, and washing and brushing it has become a nightmare. Every time I pull my hair up into a ponytail, I can feel the weight of it tugging against my hairline. So I'm really reeeeelly ready to get that haircut.
The thing is, I'm scared. I've had long hair practically all of my adult life, and thishaircut will leave me with a very short bob. Long hair is easy. Itdoesn't require much styling; just brush it out, ponytail it or twistit up. I'm not looking forward to blow-drying and de-frizzing andmousse-ing (or whatever you call hairstyling products these days) everyday. Long hair is flattering. I think I look better with long hair,and so does my husband. I'm afraid my face will look fat with shorthair. I'm afraid I'll choose the wrong hairstyle and be doomed to livewith bad hair for the rest of 2009. Long hair anonymizes you. LikeViolet in The Incredibles, I can hide behind my hair and shroud mypersonality (or lack of it) with hair. I'd feel naked with short hair,like everyone is staring at me.Continued on the next page