Today was a good hair day*. Like a really good hair day. I felt like a million bucks all day long and every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror (which was often, 'cuz I can't pass a mirror and NOT look), I thought, "damn girl, your hair looks good."
Do you ever think that? Do you ever really give yourself props when things are working for you? Because we're so trained, as women, living in this crazy culture of fame and beauty and perfection, to think we can do better. Look better. Thinner. Curvier. Taller. Shorter. Bustier. Bootier. Toned-er (okay, not a real word, I know). Sexier. Cuter. Smarter. Kinder. Cooler. And on and on and ON. It's exhausting and ridiculous.
And I'm kind of over it.
Here's my hair story: My whole life I have vascillated between short and long hairstyles. Everytime (okay, almost everytime, there was an unfortunate incident in 1992) I have worn my hair short, I have always received loads of compliments and people telling me how great my hair looks short. But I would always look at pretty girls with long locks and think, "I want to look more like that." And, inevitably, I would grow it back out.
I finally chopped it all off again this winter and I am so happy I did! It has only taken me 35 years, but I finally figured out that to look and feel good, I don't need to compare myself to others and try to mold me to look more like them! I just need to do what looks and feels right on me. Because I'm ME, not THEM. Whoever the heck 'they' even are, anyway!!!
Anyhow, it occurred to me that I posted my short hair inspiration a while back and then dropped off the blogosphere for a while, so you never got to see the new 'do!
So, here it is! Ta-Daaaaa! :)
*Full disclosure: This photo was taken almost a month ago on my way from Victoria Beach to the Jay-Z and Beyonce** concert. I did not snap a pic of my hair today, but I promise you, it did look maawww-velous.
**They are totally NOT breaking up.