Once upon a time, I decided to grow my hair out.
Why? I am not 100% sure. Blame it on hair envy or future-tripping about being a bride (and yes, I am well aware we are not even engaged) or plain ol’ boredom. So here I am in the midst of the hair growing out process:
I’m second guessing myself. I mean, I LOVE short hair. I love that it’s so easy, that few women actually do it, that I can actually pull it off and that it suits my personality. I love that I feel a little funky and edgy with short hair. I’ve had long hair before.
Granted, it was 1991. But still.
My hair is very thick (thanks Mom) and as it grows out, very wavy (thanks Dad). I feel like my head is big when my hair is grown out and subsequently, I view my entire self as larger the bigger my hair gets. I am the opposite of all those people who believe that long hair makes a person appear thinner. But what do you expect from a girl who gets sleepy drinking coffee? Exactly! (What can I say? I’m naturally caffeinated. And I like to keep things interesting.)
It’s winter which means I have access to a plethora of hats to hide the in between ‘do I am currently sporting. I’ve promised myself that I will stay the course until my hair hits my collarbone at least. If I hate it, I can always chop it off. That’s the beauty of hair. It grows and you can cut it.
What do you think? Am I crazy to grow it out? Should I keep it short and sassy?