04 June 2014
I had a couple posts ready to go a few weeks ago and I needed to save them for a later date because I got into a bit of a funk when some shit went down.
I went for a haircut and asked to have it stop at my shoulder or there-abouts and my (no longer) trusted hairdresser wasn't paying attention, walked away for 15 minutes and came back and hacked it all off. It was completely lopsided to boot. Immediately I ran to my moms house in tears. I called the salon and they insisted that there were no appointments for the next day to have it fixed and I burst into tears begging that they do something so I could go to work on Monday and not look like I had crazily hacked off my own hair at odd angles. Finally they agreed to have me in the next afternoon, and a very kind girl gently snipped at my hair to make it even while I sniffled and tears fell on my chest soaking my shirt.
If you've been reading awhile you know I've had very short hair before, and I've never been too precious about drastic cuts. For the first time in a long time I had grown extremely attached to my longer hair and my beachy waves and just couldn't face a mirror without tears for about a week.
During that week the weather turned warm and I unpacked my pretty summer dresses and when I went to put on my favorite one--and it wouldn't button. It was just full on meltdown-city from there. Between my hair and not fitting in to one of my best dresses I was just an emotional ball of self critique. Of course I hadn't been training all winter and I've become particularly fond of eating everything in sight before dinner because I'm so hungry and tired from my commute so I know why they don't fit, but it doesn't make me any less annoyed.
I'm actually still pretty miserable, every time I touch my hair I get a jolt of frustration and my too-small dresses are hanging sadly in the back of the closet, but I think its going to be a good summer. I know my hair will grow back. Everyone is convinced its growing very rapidly (with the aid of a ton of Biotin vitamins) and I started running and doing yoga again and I'm curbing my intake of candy for the time being.
Despite being really down about my looks I'm feeling pretty positive about my major life decisions. Moving back to Long Island, living with my awesome boyfriend and adopting the worlds squirreliest kitten have led me to be, overall, the happiest I've ever been despite all this complaining. The last two Sunday's we've spent in our yard bbq'ing with friends and family late into the long sunny evenings. Its gonna be a good summer and I'm gonna get out of this silly funk.
Oh, and I'm in the market for a new hairdresser.