Tuesday, April 6, 2010
My hair used to be long. A foot and a half of gorgeous, luxurious golden brown hair. I loved it. I thought it was my best asset. I loved the way it fell over my shoulders and down my back, the way I could put it in a long side braid and and keep it back in a headband for work. And then, I cut it. It needed to be cut. It was time. My mother took me out and bought me a suit, and the long hair didn't work. It could never work.
But, even five months later, I am mourning the loss of my locks. Those beachy, sun-drenched summer days, the way it was so heavy that it never needed to be straightened. I now look at other girls with hair down to their tits and go green with envy. I think to myself, "I must have that again." Granted, now that I've cut it, my hair looks healthier, and it's lighter, and it doesn't require as much shampoo. It stays in ponytails easier, too.
But, God, that hair. Has anyone else ever had hair regret?
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