My hair is getting long. I take very good care of it. You know, fancy shampoos & conditioners. hoighty-toighty hair dresser, the works. It's delicate, tending towards dry and I color it all the time, it needs lots of pampering to remain healthy. The last time it was this long was my junior year of high school. Then it was over-bleached (at home no less), dry and straw-like. A product of cheap grocery store products and five dollar hair cuts, if at all. In high school, I never thought about my body, unlike most adolescents, I was pretty pleased with my shape. I of course wasted it by dressing like a boy in flannel shirts and baggy jeans but that's a different issue. In college I exercised more and was even happier with my body. My hair however was so damaged I had to cut it all off and start over. Luckily, I was adorable in a bob at eighteen. Now, I get compliments on my hair all the time, but I absolutely hate my body. I know, I know. I'm not fat, blah, blah, blah. It doesn't change anything in my obsessive little heart. I want to know why I can't seem to have good hair and feel great about my body at the same time. If I chopped off all my hair would the last ten pounds magically melt off as well? It's worth considering. In the mean time I think I'll try to develop a minor exercise obsession, my ponytail flying out behind.
4 years ago