All of you committed readers out there know that a little over a year ago I chopped off all my hairs. Like 15 inches of my hairs. I cut it to just below my ears. You can see the post I wrote afterwards here.
I asked myself if I liked it and if I regretted it…. welll…..
I like short hair, like in this picture of me while I was riding my bike
But I’m really hating the journey back to princess hair. Because let’s be real. Nothing will ever be better than my princess hair. Seriously nothing. I loved that hair. Not a day goes by that I don’t regret chopping it off. Seriously. Not one day.
At the moment I’m at that awkward place where my hair is growing horizontally, not vertically. I look like Hermione Granger. And I’m not talking hot Emma Watson Hermione Granger… I’m talking creepy musical Hermione. Here let me take a creepy late night by myself selfie so you can see what I mean.
Like my duck face? What’s that you say? You’re totally creeped out? Me too.
But hey, I can’t complain about the growing horizontal thing. At least it’s just slightly past the “go down the neck of your shirt” phase and into the “Wear a bun on the top of your head while sleeping or else wake up with a gigantic mess” phase.
What can I say, it’s hard being a lazy, narcissistic, vain, hair freak. There is no winning.
I feel like now is a good time to share a verse.
1 Peter 3:3-4 “Your adornment must not be merely external– braiding the hair, and wearing gold jewelry, or putting on dresses; but let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is precious in the sight of God.”
but seriously not one day goes by….