You’d think since I’m a girl hair wouldn’t drive me crazy, but it does. I can only stand for it to be on my neck for so long before I’m pulling it up into a severe bun. Eventually, even the bun isn’t enough, and I whack it off completely, which is what happened this week. I killed my hair. I hadn’t cut it in several years, which I think is a record for me. I even considered having the pictures at the top of the blog retaken to match what I looked like now. Good thing I didn’t. I guess know myself too well.
Me and hair, we’re “frienemies”. My hair tries so hard to show me how pretty it can be—and I’ve learned to love my curls. I didn’t always—not until I discovered products that took the frizz away, but the curls, rub and tickle my neck. Unfortunately for my hair, I need a happy neck more than luxurious long tresses. Besides, the kind of curl I have can work at almost any length, so it’s “off with the ends”.